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By Jack Joseph Smith
demanded but he would sit with a group when he
up in the hollow mad or just plain getting something off
his chest. And he went home at night after each of his
three turns of morning... swing and graveyard. Although
The farmer chewing on that big cigar pained lanky
body sw squinting through his eyes while they swabbed the
wooden hallways spit shinning over and over the wax.
process forming about where a man came
with the boys about where they are right now as single sile
their feet slid the rags as their eyes waited for the turns
that would take them out of sight of Cid.