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The call to the post

April 29, 2010

The festive week here in Kentucky has me reeling. The native whiskey knows it’s way around these parts, and my parts.  The bourbon fuels the passions and stirs the soul. But before I let loose my horses and dial up some old friends, let me amuse you.

A song,

A dance,

A haiku verse,

May’s first Saturday —

Hoofing past the quarter pole;

The blue grass?  She smiles.


Random thoughts from a happy reveller as a great day approaches. Cheers.




Mmmmm. I smell date nut bread.


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