Freshened air around my head, Mornings tumble out of bed, Eggs and grits and
lickety-split, Look at me jump! I'm in the great shape of the open country...
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Freshened air around my head, Mornings tumble out of bed, Eggs and grits and
lickety-split, Look at me jump! I'm in the great shape of the open country...