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elf1 > There must be a poem about hay bales somewhere. ...Wow, OK, you can take your pick from among many hay poems of the late 20th century!
elf1 > Or you can watch the mower/baler grind-grind its way through the grasses. Listen to THAT all day from dawn till dusk!
elf1 > Don't you wish you had an 800-acre field in which to park your truck? Someday this will be a different kind of parkland.
elf1 > For those who prefer to get up close and personal with their hay bales.
elf1 > Glanced out my bedroom window and saw them baling the winter crop. Woohoo! Dashed outside in my slippers with my baby camera.
elf1 > Alas, all good things must come to an end.
elf1 > The view from Canyon View trail on a gorgeous spring day. Well worth the trip.
elf1 > The dogs continue forging ahead in the last meadow.
elf1 > The dogs forge ahead in the last meadow.
There must be a poem about hay bales somewhere. ...Wow, OK, you can take your pick from among many hay poems of the late 20th century!
elf1 > There must be a poem about hay bales somewhere. ...Wow, OK, you can take your pick from among many hay poems of the late 20th century!
There must be a poem about hay bales somewhere. ...Wow, OK, you can take your pick from among many hay poems of the late 20th century!
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