A tall, lean, loose-jointed, large-limbed man was enjoying the frosty air and walked briskly humming a gay tune. All at once he found his face upturned to the glorious blue sky and a youthful voice reached his ear, “Did you see the telegraph pole sail over that icy spot?” Then another voice equally youthful, but with a distinct absence of city polish, answered, “Betcher life I seen him, wouldn’t of missed it fer a punkin pie, he’s lookin’ fer gopher holes in the ground yet.”
dear lottery 1 pm, “White eyebrows child! What are you talkin’ about? Yer eyebrows are blacker nor that stove.”
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dear lottery 1 pm “Poor little chaps! They’ve been talking circus for a month.”.
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