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From: "Jackie M. Botala" <>
Subject: [VERMONT-L] more old papers...
Date: Sat, 1 May 1999 11:49:27 -0700


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I'm nigh played out.
Just chuck everything.
He's all agog.
Jest dawdlin' along.
All unstringed.
All over hell and part of New York State.
T'other end to.
Just fork it over.
Stop your clack.
Spit on the floor and be socialable.
He was behind the door when the brains were passed out.
He ain't got no git up and git.
He ain't worth a tinker's damn.
A big lummox of a boy.
Took to the woods.
He ain't wuth his salt.
He gummed up the hull works.
Made no bones of it.
Yelled his head off.
Just 'tend to your knittin'.
Worn to a frazzle.
Couldn't hit the broadside of a barn.
Don't try to horn in.
He was jawin' along.
The long and short of it.
The spittin' image.
Crookeder than a ram's horn.
He's a turrible hand to blow.
He's so crooked he can hide behind a corkscrew.
Don't titter (laugh) so.
Went of on a new tack.
Oh my wig, no!
He's sorry from his boots up.
I'll warrant he didn't.
All peteredout.
Smartest in nine counties.
How the wheels go'round (time passes).
I'm like a tree without a leaf stirring.
Two feather- headed.
Conjured it up.
Went just as I was.
Humped up like a burnt coal.

(Contributed by Lillian Terrill, Burlington)

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