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Our Front Porch Hillbilly Band

Billy played the banjo, sometimes the fiddle, too While grandpa rattled the spoons and sang About a sip of “that good ol’ mountain dew.” Occasionally Mr. Snell came over and brang * His collection of gourds, they made a harmony While grandpa rattled the spoons and sang. The makeshift band welcomed, as a courtesy, Anyone who had a crude mountain instrument His collection of gourds, they made a harmony. Mama clog danced with an Irish jig movement She, also a talented musician, did purely enjoy Anyone who had a crude mountain instrument. I usually sat on the front porch steps with a toy While our neighbor hillbilly band played a tune They tried, as best they could, never to annoy. It was a splendid way for old friends to commune Billy played the banjo, sometimes the fiddle, too, While our neighbor hillbilly band played a tune About a sip of “that good ol’ mountain dew.” written July 10, 2021 [*brang. Every hillbilly kid knows that the tenses of "to bring" are "bring, brang, brung."]

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Date: 7/10/2021 7:39:00 AM
Enjoyable verse Milton, I had images of deliverance in my head. Hope your weekend is going well. Tom
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/10/2021 9:47:00 AM
Thanks, Tom. Actually, I had the same images while writing it. We West Virginians refer to ourselves as "Mountaineers," but there are certainly lots of "hillbillies" in the mountains.
Date: 7/10/2021 1:26:00 AM
Fun, fun, fun; a great write.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/10/2021 9:47:00 AM
Thanks, Terry. It was a fun write.
Date: 7/9/2021 9:28:00 PM
Delightful read, Milton! Fun neighbourhood
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/10/2021 9:48:00 AM
I can remember some times like this many, many years ago when I was a child. Unfortunately, those days are pretty much gone now, except, perhaps, in some of the mountains of Kentucky and Tennessee. Thanks for your read.

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