812


raking dry grass
piles of black pellets
deer nod their thanks

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  1. Fastidious? Dear? Me? I just hose off the snakeboot bottoms and keep my peelers eyed to the tree limbs for upwardly mobile anacondas – and, yes, somedamnfools have freed even them (as well as just about every kind of constrictor else known to squeeze its chomp. Florida Key Dear – about the size of a greyhound writ large, but not by much, pelletize somehow singularly. And the huggers decry their – and local Dalmation-sized – deer which regularly draw special hunts to herdtrim so’s Bambi’s cousins don’t starve, make the guncontrolnuts hereabouts seem positively benign.

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