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as i sit here pondering the parched landscape all around me, baking under our sweltering southern sun, sipping sluggishly upon a tepid julep-the sole sweet consolation remaining to my people-my mind meanders back to that dark day in '65 when the yankees came hooting up the lane, torches in hand, burning everything of value they could find |
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they burned all our shade, and it's been too hot for the last 150 years to plant any more trees
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they burned what little industry was within us, and out of spite we have languished in indolence ever since
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all of grandmother's skirt hoops
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All my good posts, apparently
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And not just the fence posts!!
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all the toll booths in the south, so we could never have nice roads
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All our rocks
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Kaiser Schnitzel posted:All our rocks They left us nothing but mud and clay
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