It's a peachy day here in Bubba's Sock Drawer. The peach cobbler of a mornin and the peach perserves of an afternoon. If ya'll stick around long enough it'll turn into peach wine. Just breath 2,3,4. They are the crop of the Georgia red clay badlands. You know... the one next to Alabama. The two states actually join hands in the map of things.
Peaches are fun to squeeze between your fingers. The mushyest! Some refer to peach fuzz as hair on your chin. Why? cause they couldn't think of anything else to say. Kind of like todays message is brought to you by the peach.
All in all? Today was a peachy day! Don't for get to hang your socks out to dry! Bubba
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