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he'll Be a passin tright" Gas is what'll Be passin.
Now that John critter funnin on mah uncles brothers aunt sons dad uncles sister brothers Dad's son Cape sams.
Thats a war there Yah high doller sink craft wood tossin John Boy.
to the swamp wiff You.
Yall be squeelin like Mah teeth fallin out of my head on a apple
messin with kin folk'
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