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"mama"
. . . wash'n time'd come, mos'tahms, roun'bout Sat'iday. Lotta tahms, mos'tahms, we'd hep mama wid de washin' an' she'd al'was sit on de side o'de bed, foldin' up de clothes, aftah all'as dun an' dry. I can see her, jus' plain as t'day, standin' in de dow, on a er'ly Spring evenin', 'fo'callin' to fetch us, starin', lookin' at us chil'ren playin' in de yahd'o'cross in de fiel'.
I luv'd mama.
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