Seems like a feller`d ort `o jes` to-day Git down and roll and waller, don`t you know, In that-air stubble, and flop up and crow, Seein` sich craps! I`ll undertake to say There`re no wheat`s ever turned out thataway Afore this season!--Folks is keerless tho`, And too fergitful--`caze we`d ort `o show More thankfulness!--Jes` looky hyonder, hey?-- And watch that little reaper wadin` thue That last old yaller hunk o` harvest-ground-- Jes` natchur`ly a-slicin` it in-two Like honey-comb, and gaumin` it around The field--like it had nothin` else to do On`y jes` waste it all on me and you!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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