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ME
Our preacher sure did pour it on,
But he just let me be;
He took the starch all out of them,
That sat just next to me.
O, the things he said;
They were true as could be;
He burned the seat from under them,
That sat just next to me.
He hit the nail square on the head
With him I do agree;
He trimmed the dead limb off them,
That sat just next to me.
And when I got to thinking,
I felt sneaking as could be;
When I turned and looked at him...
His guns were fixed on me!
--Magnolia Messenger, Kosciusko, Mississippi
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