T. and daddy came up with a mouse trap powered contraption. T. didn't ever catch a whole leprechaun but ended up snaring a "wee" hat and ripped up shirt belonging to one. How exciting!
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But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Isaiah. 64:8
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