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lmost quit me day job Friday. While walking outdoors I espied me 'a twinklin' greenie 'n pounced upon the barley.

"Yea", says I ... "the stars be shinin' down on me this day, sure!"

"But where oh where might yur' others be?"

Ne'er to be found on this earth.

"I'll be a poor one furevermore 'n that's the true of it."