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|Harvest from my farm in Vermont|
|My beautiful farm.|
|When I took their honey, the bees got me in the upper part of the face.|
|Later they took care of the lower part.|
|A stitched gash on the head, a swollen nose and|
shiners under both, the eye and the empty eye-
socket, kept me off the booze because of antibiotics
in the system.
|Glorious us. Of the four legs in the race. one time we came in second, two times third and the last one,|
the one that really counted, that went all the way around the FAT VIRGIN, we managed last place.
Okay, the others had racing sails and we had but cruising stuff, not ideal in light downwind sailing.