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Clare Briggs
Clare Briggs is a famous cartoonist who lived from 1875 to 1930. Poems by Wilbur Nesbitt.
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on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.He's a rebuke. A rebuke that got a "HOW DARE YOU" in 2016. Maybe it'll be listened to by 2028. Maybe…
on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.What search engine are they using in SD I wonder?
on Movie of a Man Awakened at NightBarely on topic... I am so looking forward to being able to sleep on my left side again.
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on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.
on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.
on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.
on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.
on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.
- on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.
- on Huffpo reports that Harris internals *NEVER* had her ahead.
When I was a kid, my Grandparents Cain still had a coal-fired furnace down in the basement. When we would visit around Christmas, first thing each morning either Grandpa or my dad would go down and shovel in a fresh load of coal to warm the house up. I so wanted to be big enough that I could shovel coal. Then I got big enough. You know, shoveling coal into a furnace is a hot, dirty, nasty job.Report
My grandmother’s (possibly pre 20th century) rowhouse probably got converted to oil heat sometime in the 1950s. She passed away in the 1980s, and there was still a half a binful of coal still in the basement that I shovelled out and hauled to the curb in individual plastic grocery bags when I was barely a teenager.Report
Man oh man, that’s my childhood. Wood furnace. You calculated the wind vectors like an aeronautical engineer before you tipped that can over onto the driveway.Report