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WETHUR
I wanna no how come that dad burned wethur dont no we live in Georgia. They say we gonna git us some rain but wut we all wanna no is not wut we can see by lookin out the winda but when the devil is th rain gonna slack off. Th 'bakker is drownded and ever rode from here ta kingdoom come is under wardur. Fur two weeks I been a plannin on cleenin owt th barn an have a yard sale but th rain puts thangs on hold. I took th younguns on a trip up ta Douglas and let thet oless gal of mine drive. She aint got good at it I can tell ya. Thar we wuz, comin back ta th hows an the two youngess gits ta hollern at one anuther. Toys wuz slangin at eech uther an I got wallupt cross th left eye ball. Th raydio wuz sangin sumthin I cudnt make owt th werds to an th drivur aint figurd owt how ta turn on th windsheeld wipurs. I got bak ta th hows holdin my eye ball an lockt th youngins owtside. Heethins. Rane gots that 'fect on a pursin.
PETS
My baby gal gots a reel hankrin fer rayzin critturs. Sa far this heer week we done gone thru a handfulla frawgs, two burds, a few of them lizzurds, an two uglee stray cats. Th hard part wuz gettin th cats owt th door wid th kids screemin No mama Let em live in th hows wid us. We gonna feed em. My jest cookt chiken got fed ta them cats an I thawt they mite need ta be owtta my blinded eye site fer a wile. Wut da ya thank they did? They lockt th cats up in th barn wid a nest of baybee burds tryn ta fall owtta th nest. Them youngins of mine aint got em no cents.
NU MUNEE FER TH BROKE PEEPLE
Speekin on cents I saw thet th pennys got em a nu look. Thays a log cabin throwd on th bakside now. See in how thet feller on th frunt come frum a purdy well off nuff bunch of kin folks ta send em ta college an see in how he had a nice plays ta live, thet aint his hows on th bak. I got a lil cents bawt me an I figur I no a yarn good as th nex feller wen it comes ta wuts wut. We aint got nuff munee ta eet on an th cuntree gots nuff ta print tintipes of fancee log howsis. I thank ifin th old munee aint no more good then we dont need ta fork owt fer no more nu pennys.
MEN AN NIFES
I wanna see ifin a sole can figur how come a man worshis his feet up an goze an gits a nife ta chop off his tow nales. Wen he duz a pigs eer of a job he complanes thet his tow nales hurt em. Mens tow nales get ta three er for inchus long an he aint gonna rake em uo off th carpit. No he leeves em ther ta joog me when I try ta cleen em up. If they gotta make a hole, owt th pokits comes th nife. It sownds like wook peckurs at war rownd th hows wen a man gits ta thankin he hasta job a hole inta sumtin.
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