Benjamin Franklin book Poor Richard's Almanack
"July. VII Month.", Poor Richard's Almanack (1758), Philadelphia: B. Frankin and D. Hall
Poor Richard's Almanack
“Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.”
— Ray Bradbury, book Dandelion Wine
Source: Dandelion Wine
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