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Me 'r aw gawn a' fer dawn 'cept t'grizzle that passed them bowts on 'n Tangier boys t' young to take t' wooder Tangier boys and twist knuckle fellers Gather up t' cafe a'four fer a soda widda woodermen's beans 'n downa docks a'foive a'clock for castin' awff lines 'n dreams. Fer pops gawn out t' bay n' t'oyster beds over thin lip 'rizon no more t'seen. Nuttin' but bikes, ***** slap jellies, 'n them ain't hard favored come-ere's nigh as peas wandrin' the uppards 'til black chug zaust sounds riturn from Chrisfiel', 'nuther day jingin' in t'pockets, 'nuther shuck pall ready fer spoiders n' hoi wooder.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC
The Lost Ways of a Low Lying Island
Me 'r aw gawn a' fer dawn 'cept t'grizzle that passed them bowts on 'n Tangier boys t' young to take t' wooder Tangier boys and twist knuckle fellers Gather up t' cafe a'four fer a soda widda woodermen's beans 'n downa docks a'foive a'clock for castin' awff lines 'n dreams. Fer pops gawn out t' bay n' t'oyster beds over thin lip 'rizon no more t'seen. Nuttin' but bikes, ***** slap jellies, 'n them ain't hard favored come-ere's nigh as peas wandrin' the uppards 'til black chug zaust sounds riturn from Chrisfiel', 'nuther day jingin' in t'pockets, 'nuther shuck pall ready fer spoiders n' hoi wooder.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC
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