A corn blower in a whoa traditionA Poem by Alfred KukitzwowA corn blower in a whoa tradition Folks, you may seem distant to my voice, but I have to tell you I hear your silence. Furthermore, I speak of a corn blower in a whoa tradition just like my dad did 40 years ago. I'm with you all even those out in the rain, and those snuggling in a empty box of charmin toilet tissue I'll be with you soon I'll be everywhere because, well you heard it enough, I'm a corn blower in a whoa tradition. small caps apply here! © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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