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Lawrence I. KentuckyDown in yonder hollers carved out by winding cricks, insecure people call the ones that live here hicks. Here people live for more than money, live life for what life’s worth. Though poor in money and possessions they may be, they have a richness hard to find by either you or me. Where old abandoned mines often do forebode, and people love to sing John Denver’s “Country Roads” Spend time in yonder hollers and you’ll never be the same. Here people do what they must and don’t just pass the blame. So try not to be too quick to judge, and they’ll try not to hold a grudge. So bundle up and do take care, ‘cause it’s colder than a well digger’s butt out there.
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