I Once
Had A Chill
One September Night.
Granny’s Poultice Rub Took the
Wheezing Away,Though It Was Still an
Eighty Degree Dog Night, With Crops Still In
The Barn. I Needed Rest, But Pa Forewarns. Bank’s
Taking The Farm, If Something Isn’t Soon done… Get Up
He Said! Let’s Take Out This Barn. I Said I Would If I could,
But The Heat Hurts My Head. He Said if Sherman’s Army
Gets Here, We May All Wind Up DEAD ! So I Pulled
Myself Upward, Staggering, I Fell Out Of The Bed.
I Pulled All The Tobacco Out Of the Barn By
Sunup, And Rested Beneath The Old
Appletree. Sherman’s Army Took
Another Path, And When Pa
Came Looking The Only
Things Found Dieing
Were The Tree,
And Me 
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