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The Custodian of a Field of Whiskey Bushes
By The Nolichucky River Speaks:

Jonathan Williams 
took me a pecka real ripe tomaters up
into the Grassy Gap
one night

and two quarts of good stockade
and just laid there


sippin and tastin and lookin agin the moon
at them sorta fish eyes in the jar
you get when its right


boys Im talking about something
good
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