O Beaver Tail,
When in the market I look at you
My limbs go frail
My tongue turns blue
As if some beaver stout and hale
Had come and chewed my knees right through
rww c 2008
A sometimes chronicle, sometimes open reflection of Randy & Tina White of Fresno, CA, their life and life-work, what they're learning, doing and thinking.
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