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Sprung Friday, Apr. 16, 2004 - Last night I wrote an entry but I was too tired to proof it. It's up now. Go back one. ~ In the spring, according to Tennyson, a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. In the spring, it seems to me, a young maid's fancy lightly turns to binding up her young man with hoops of steely legality. We need to bake cookies for three weddings tomorrow, and right now I have a cranberry nutbread in the oven that is destined to be the top layer of a wedding cake on Sunday. For the past three days, I've been cutting a Norfolk Island pine into smaller and smaller pieces. When I began, it was eighty feet tall. And the 4-H pigs for this year arrived yesterday afternoon, three Hampshires: Raphael, Elwood and Jelly Belly. They's the cutest thangs, spiffy little black-and-white feeder pigs, 'bout fifty pounds each. I don't think I'll be able to eat pork for the next few months.... last eleven:
Sa r'ji�o oss�vel meninonceiv �o poshik m�'�nch uscantebatahla o�r musiu o�r muiko.
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