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giving thanks for and with my nanny

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Jim Dalling
Oct 12, 2024
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Tonight, at Loon Hall my Nanny is eating dinner.

She’ll dine with 2 of her three children,

Seven of her nine grandchildren

And eight of her eleven great grandchildren.

She grew up initially barefoot and pissing in a pot.

The water came from a well that didn’t even have a pump initially.

She lives in a modest bungalo.

She doesn’t have an iPhone.

She’s never flown private.

And Taylor Swift is someone who can men pants quickly.

She’s one of the wealthiest and wisest people I know.

Our lives are all enriched by her.

When you think about what you don’t have and resent what others have gotten, you never ever will even come close to my Nanny’s wealth.

I’m looking at you Elon you musky bastard.

Love the people who love you

And give thanks for those who have came before you.

I am grateful to my ancestors.

I’m grateful and proud of my heritage.

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