Fresh air about them and the scent of the location in which they worked, that day.
I have a real Uncle Pumpkin.
He to this day, wreaks of Pumpkins.
Neer a bad bone in his boyish life.
All the men of my enamor'd past were, well worth their wait/weight in gold.
Their honesty will back it's shit, on the spot!
Always did, always will.
I hope they still make the likes of them!
I turned out Handsomely GOOD!
Worth my salt.
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