How do I know you may ask?
It's simple. I was out in the yard yesterday, cutting down the dead Fountain Grass that stood along side of the house. The sun came out and I saw my shadow.
What's more, I worked up a little sweat. That was more important than forecasting the weather.
You see ... Sweat coming out of my pores is more rare than hen's teeth. Whenever it happens I instantly stop what I'm doing, rush inside and scrape off what I can of it, placing it in an empty medicine container for use later. USE! What use you ask? I am led to believe that it will cure everything, even up to and including Cancer.
I was told, over and over, throughout my formative years, by my dear old Dad that sweat was so rare on me that surely it would cure cancer, and I believed him. Would you like to try some? Let me know.
Sounds Like Summer
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