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"My dere billy, you will wunder

Why I ever rote you this;

I am sorry I am leevin

Daddie needs me in his biz.

I don't reely like this quiet

Kind of sober farmer life;

I like something allus doin,

But for this, I'd be your wife.

I got two of old Jim's bullets,

Didn't like to let you know,

Cause the one that you was luggin'

Seemed to fret and hurt you so.

Daddie cut them out that evenin;

I don't mind a little such,

But, dere billy, don't you worry,

Old Jim's shootin wasn't much."

THE DECISION

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Since that girl went off and left me,

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