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VANITY
When I see a feller round a-blowin'
About how much he knows, a kinder crowin'
Over the saints, and over all creation,
I'm mighty glad he aint o' my relation.


OUR SINS
Our sins are like the weeds we see a-growin'
Down in the medder lot when we're a-mowin',
For if there's one a-noddin' in the clover
There's almost sartin sure to be another.

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