Pumpkin Pa
Sittin after evening supper
Smoking a pipe by the fire
Smelling smoke sweet and feelin a good tired
Elk steak
Pasta
Dogs begging at the feet
A good day in a mild winter
Scraping the last plate clean
Pumpkin pie and vanilla ice cream, a leading to sweet dreams.
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