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As It Goes By

when I was a little fellow sitting on the front porch waving at the Amish buggy as it goes by we weren't much different as we were farming with horses then but now there's a machine shed instead of a barn huge machinery my grandson uses to farm I'm ninety now sitting on the front porch waving at the Amish buggy as it goes by

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