Enthusiastically, they dance and sing
about many lollipops 🍭 to bring.
On a jolly ranch, they’re jolly ranchers,
they’ll always and forever, “represent the lollipop guild!”
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Below is a picture of the jolly little ranchers classy parents during Christmas time in their formal attire.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Great-Grandfather Eldridge’s Poetry
Recently, I learned that my great-grandfather, on my fathers side of the family, wrote quite a bit of poetry. A family member put together a book of his poetry. I had no idea until recently. It was such a wonderful pleasure connecting to his words, written so long ago! I had never met him because he died long before I was born. From what I’ve been told, his wife died during childbirth. It makes me wonder how similar I may be to some of my ancestors, in the fashion in which I reflect and write.
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This is delightfully unhinged in the best way!
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Delightful!
Hahahahaha!!! I love the toe n of this! You (toe) nailed it Toetally hilarious 😆 I love her pearls by the way 😍 Their jolly ranch must be Utoepia 🌸