It was such a lovely afternoon and I since we needed to take a little break a walk along the levee of the Missouri river at its upper reaches seemed just the ticket
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He is pointing to the names of deceased folks named Morrow.
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One of my Dad's favourite tunes to whistle and sing was "How are things in GloccaMorra?" Well I can answer that. This place is at the Sweet Water border. So the answer is....not so good.
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