(not really) a poem for thursday.
Glorious Days Abound. Getting the potato cannon out was a really good idea. We had been drinking for a couple of hours and had like Continue reading (not really) a poem for thursday.
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Thursday’s Poem: Butter or pie
Butter or pie We left Portland early. By 8am, at least. On our way out to Hood River we decided that we had no idea Continue reading Thursday’s Poem: Butter or pie