Cute Cuke

A young cuke who hung on a vine, Said, “When I grow to my prime, It will not be my fate, To stretch out on a plate, I’ll stay curled like this all the time.”

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Blob not blog!

Never was built for extreme heat or cold. Temperate zone type, for sure. Still, considering how long decent weather took to arrive this year, and how bad it has been in other parts of the world, I am thankful for these warm, sunny days. The Olympics are an exciting diversion, no, excuse for not trying […] Continue reading

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