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The Story of Ike

Click link for my Blog List. Hello, Im Mr. Ed. View my complete profile. Subscribe to Posts Atom. The Story of Ike begins in the spring of 1857 when a man arrives in the town of Broken River, Colorado. His only belongings were an old mule named Rosco, the horse he rode in on and the packs on Roscos back. No one really knew his name. He said to call him simply, Ike! A Friend to all that knew him. A More Decent Man Never Lived. Died On This Spot, August 19, 1894.

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Click link for my Blog List. Hello, Im Mr. Ed. View my complete profile. Subscribe to Posts Atom. The Story of Ike begins in the spring of 1857 when a man arrives in the town of Broken River, Colorado. His only belongings were an old mule named Rosco, the horse he rode in on and the packs on Roscos back. No one really knew his name. He said to call him simply, Ike! A Friend to all that knew him. A More Decent Man Never Lived. Died On This Spot, August 19, 1894.

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