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bondz in thuh cumberland hillz

. i were yeah I were clear'n bramble and rock big rock and slate and at her mama's behest hern purty from her lot she brought 'long thuh basket uh chicken corn bread and wash'd baby carrots and thuh note from mother "don't bring'er back"

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Date: 1/2/2025 5:23:00 PM
Touch o' humor ending my talented friend! have been making buttermilk cornbread quite often this winter in frigid Minneapolis! Happy New Years James!
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James Peranteau
Date: 1/2/2025 6:09:00 PM
don't be make'n me wanna live on cone bread again dear poet! ty...HNY James...much love

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