Tell me....love this song. Here in the inbetween, sky pulls away the skin of summer and the wind whips towards the bones...there is something so alive about October and November even if it is a dying time. Maybe that's the whole of it, the mystery we're supposed to get every year.
And enough of this pensive pensiving! What do you call a haunted chicken?
Ready?
You sure?
A Poultrygeist!
Gotcha!
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My fave kind of joke!
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