Farmer's magazine (January-December 1920) . i->^ At Auntys House One time, when wes at Auntys house— Way in the country!—whereTheys ist but woods—an pigs, an cows— An alls out-doors an air!—An orchurd-swing; an churry-trees—An churries in em!—Yes, an these—Here red-head birds steals all they please, An tetch em if you dare!—Wy, wunst, one time, when we wuz there, We et out on the porch! An I ist et psurves an things At Ma dont low me to—An chickun-gizzurds—(dont like wings Like parunts does! do you?)An all the time, the wind blowed there,An I could feel it in my ist smell clover eve

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Farmer's magazine (January-December 1920) . i->^ At Auntys House One time, when wes at Auntys house— Way in the country!—whereTheys ist but woods—an pigs, an cows— An alls out-doors an air!—An orchurd-swing; an churry-trees—An churries in em!—Yes, an these—Here red-head birds steals all they please, An tetch em if you dare!—Wy, wunst, one time, when we wuz there, We et out on the porch! An I ist et psurves an things At Ma dont low me to—An chickun-gizzurds—(dont like wings Like parunts does! do you?)An all the time, the wind blowed there,An I could feel it in my ist smell clover everwhere!— An a old red-head flewPurt nigh wite over my high-chair. When we et on the porch! The Circus-day Parade How the bugles played.

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