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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518817" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jones's Porvate Argyment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,<br> He had this pint about him:<br>He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,<br>That farmers MUST stop gittin' loans,<br> And git along without 'em:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That bankers, warehousemen, and sich<br> Was fatt'nin' on the planter,<br>And Tennessy was rotten-rich<br>A-raisin' meat and corn, all which<br> Draw'd money to Atlanta:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the only thing (says Jones) to do<br> Is, eat no meat that's boughten:<br>`But tear up every I, O, U,<br>And plant all corn and swear for true<br> To quit a-raisin' cotton!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus spouted Jones (whar folks could hear,<br> -- At Court and other gatherin's),<br>And thus kep' spoutin' many a year,<br>Proclaimin' loudly far and near<br> Sich fiddlesticks and blatherin's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, one all-fired sweatin' day,<br> It happened I was hoein'<br>My lower corn-field, which it lay<br>'Longside the road that runs my way<br> Whar I can see what's goin'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a'ter twelve o'clock had come<br> I felt a kinder faggin',<br>And laid myself un'neath a plum<br>To let my dinner settle sum,<br> When 'long come Jones's waggin,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Jones was settin' in it, SO:<br> A-readin' of a paper.<br>His mules was goin' powerful slow,<br>Fur he had tied the lines onto<br> The staple of the scraper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mules they stopped about a rod<br> From me, and went to feedin'<br>'Longside the road, upon the sod,<br>But Jones (which he had tuck a tod)<br> Not knowin', kept a-readin'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And presently says he: &quot;Hit's true;<br> That Clisby's head is level.<br>Thar's one thing farmers all must do,<br>To keep themselves from goin' tew<br> Bankruptcy and the devil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;More corn! more corn! MUST plant less ground,<br> And MUSTN'T eat what's boughten!<br>Next year they'll do it: reasonin's sound:<br>(And, cotton will fetch 'bout a dollar a pound),<br> THARFORE, I'LL plant ALL cotton!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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 He had this pint about him:
He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers MUST stop gittin' loans,
 And git along without 'em:

That bankers, warehousemen, and sich
 Was fatt'nin' on the plant..."></div>
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