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  •  JuliaAnn (2+ / 0-)
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    JuliaAnn, Monique Radevu

    Thank you from the bottom of my Hoosier heart. I sit here in west central Indiana, on the banks of the Wabash, reading your diary as I watch the live coverage of YKos on C-Span. My cup runneth over!

    In your next letter to Dub (please tell us there will be a next letter) if you would be kind enough to request that the Chimpster recall "His Man Mitch" back to the beltway. You might point out that Mitch can't find his own ass with both hands and a good hunting dog. GW will understand.

    JuliaAnn it is too late in the season to reward you with some fried, batter-dipped morels, but in a couple months I would love to serve up some corn on the cob dripping with melted butter along with some just picked, lightly salted, homegrown tomatoes.

    Back home again in Indiana
    And it seems that I can see
    A gleaming candlelight
    Still shining bright
    Through the sycamores, for me

    The new-mown hay
    Sends all its fragrance
    From the fields I used to roam
    When I dream about the moonlight
    On the Wabash
    Then I long for my Indiana home

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