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During the very earliest 1900s A little boy walked a gravel road With his grandfather. The old man kept whittling him Birch shoots that he whipped at Weeds with, before he threw them Aside; ready for another. "Cut me a Whip, grandpa." "Cut me another." The old man obeyed smiling. The man was my great-great Grandfather. The boy, My grandfather's oldest brother. I grew up walking Those same gravel roads. Whipping.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Gravel
During the very earliest 1900s A little boy walked a gravel road With his grandfather. The old man kept whittling him Birch shoots that he whipped at Weeds with, before he threw them Aside; ready for another. "Cut me a Whip, grandpa." "Cut me another." The old man obeyed smiling. The man was my great-great Grandfather. The boy, My grandfather's oldest brother. I grew up walking Those same gravel roads. Whipping.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
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