All of them wore brown dresses. When they were in piles, I did stop to take looks at them. I walked up close. I looked them all over. I walked off and took a long look at them.
Potatoes are very interesting folks.
I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all their growing days there in the ground, and all the things they did hear. And the wind in her goings does whisper them to folks to print for other folks. So other folks do have knowing of earth's songs. Maybe it was the coldness of the night that did cause the angels to make the mistake.