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I have lived close to a small town for 35 years. My wife is from this area. Here is a bit of a song I wrote years ago after it took about 20 minutes to walk across the Farmers' Market.
"And at the Farmers' Market on a Saturday morn
To get a jar of jelly of a dozen ears of corn
Or looking at a sweater or a painting or two
I have to turn around when I hear 'Yoo-hoo!'
And it's 'Hey Bob!
How's the wife, how's the job
How're the kids? No kidding! Well isn't she a dear
Did I hear you say and I heard the other day
Ain't it funny how nothing ever happens 'round here'?"
I like being part of this community.
Best
Les
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Best
Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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