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Our Favorite Links

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This site is perpetually under construction as we find sites that we feel worth sharing.  
 
If you would like to have us list your site here, please email me.

email me

Our You Tube site with videos of our choppers, a convoy of trucks, and buck rake running.

Warning!!!...I am NOT responsible
if the person gets lost in You Tube Land
and you never see them again!

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click on chopper to go to the Krone stie

Claas

list of machinery companies

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click to visit USCHI site in a new window

A forum page for forage harvesters

Chicago Board of Trade

A bunch of weather sites...a farmer can never have too many weather sites!

Weather Underground site

Accuweather site

Weather Channel site

Visit Becca's practice
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Click to visit a great Chrismas website with lots
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of games and projects for kids and recipes

Southeast Local School District home page

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Visit Ohio State's web page

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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"The Rose"....this song was written and made popular by Bette Midler
a long time ago but now I am hearing it played again on CW stations.  
 I never catch who is singing it though!    
 
No reason I chose it for this page, other than the fact I just like it. 
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Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose