I liked petting the cows. It was fun. It was cute. They were baby cows.
We were at Traders Point and we got our turkey. When we got a turkey it was dead and not alive. When you gave it a touch it was not crying.
I liked Traders Point but we had to go.
When we said goodbye to Joe.
(just trying to make a rhyme Uncle Matt)
Love, marshall
Friday, November 23, 2007
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