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Was cold, and knocked upon the door; When no one answered, heJust turned the knob and went on in— To see what he could see.
Old Aaron sat, bound in a chair; His face was snarled with fear;His hair cut off'n him quite close; His throat cut, ear to ear.
She sat in a rocker, muttering, A-waggling of her head;But when she saw the dude, she rose:— "He heard! He spoke!" she said.
The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson


HOOFIN' IT
Pork an'Beans an' Apple pie!Doughnuts,Swagen, By Gor-ri!We'll hitGreat Pond By an' by!
I am but a river hog, River hog, river hog!I am but a river hog Hoofin' it to Great Pond!
Ellsworth is a meachin' town, Sick'em town, lick'em town,Ellsworth is a meachin' town, Ring-a-round-a-rosy!

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