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On Being A Curmudgeon

On Being A Curmudgeon  When summer arrives just a bit too soon and gets one to complainin’ is there not then something wrong? Since the spring’s been mostly rainin’?   I’m thinkin’ that it must be the New Englander here inside … Continue reading

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