Posted on October 30, 2018
by Bob McCranie
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Go walk in the tall grass of a farmer’s field you may feel strongly the absence of the bison all his gruff rolling muscle and tough horn, and wonder where the puma has gone the night is missing her angry yowling, the ground the…
Category: 2018, 69. NovemberTags: Keith Allan Welch
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