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“THE TATER-TOTER” It happened many years ago. A dusty road in Idaho. Still in my horse 'n' buggy mode, I passed a man with heavy load. Those bagged potatoes he did bear, (In Idaho they're ev'rywhere.) They surely weighed him down a ton. Or maybe even more than one. "Wouldst like a lift, pal?" I implored. He thanked me as he clumb aboard. (And if you doubt that clumb's a word, You're right; it's really quite absurd. But I digress.) We hit the road. I said, "Put down your heavy load." He said, "It's good to sit a spell. I'm grateful more than words can tell, But hate to burden your poor horse, With me, plus all these spuds, of course."
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