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Thanksgiving and my Dad’s Favorite Poem

This is the time of year when folks use sweetened condensed milk for pumpkin pie, peanut butter fudge, and many other holiday treats. Every time I see those cans advertised, I am reminded of my father’s favorite poem. My father worked on farms for much of his life, including two summers during high school on […]

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