Switchin' Flies


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  • Switchin' Flies
    Switchin' Flies
Many years ago I came to work at my ag department secretary job one day to find a little poem stuck in my typewriter. I was quitting and had been genuinely concerned that everything would totally fall apart when I left. So the gist of the little poem was to fill a bucket with water, stick your hand…


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