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The Ripening’ Paris Hen.

The Ripening' Paris Hen. 329.4 I golly, it is funny How I hate t' work, say bow, When the prerie ben is rip'nin' In the stubble, an' somehow I git all mixed up a-dreamin' Icegins of lollin' dogs en "snipe," As old August, hot and yaller,…