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Weather
Joe Lucas
27/DEC/1964
My youngest son, little beaver is forever watching T.V. Westerns. He cut his finger the other day. I told him I would fix it for him. He said, band-aid hell, give me a bullet to bite. He doesn't call me mother. He calls me Miss Kitty.