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news letter journal
October 22, 2015 -- 13
H/hen the evening shades are falliIlg
At the end of the day,
And you 're'Testing from your labor
Smoking at yourpipe of clay,
There is nothing does you so much good,
Be fortune up or down,
As the little countrypaper
From your own hom e to wn.
It's not a thing of beauty,
But its prints most always clean,
And it straightens out your temper,
When you're feeling awful mean.
It takes the wrinkles off your face,
An d wipes a way the fro wn,
Does that little countrypaper
From your own hom e to wn.
Providing you with the who, what, when,
where and how for all of Weston County
for generations, and many more to come.
Subscribe today and you too can enjoy
our little country paper.
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It boils down all the outside news,
And what happened through the rain,
It tells what neighbors came to town,
An d h o w the crops will grain.
It keeps you always posted,
Just who's up a n d who is do wn.
Does that little countrypaper
From your own hom e to wn.
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I like to read the dailies,
So's to get the foreign news.
And sometimes read the novels.
Just to drive away the blues.
But when I want some reading,
That will clear away the frown,
I get that little paper,
From my own horn e to wn.
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This poem was published 74years ago, January 8, 1931 in the
Journal. It was written by Tom Dutcher. Tom worked for the Dixoz
herding their sheep, he wrote this poem.
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