The Explicable Yet Duplicable

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From year one on in Dixie I done seen some right strange things,  
like just the other night beneath the moonglow shinin' bright,  
I seen them fairy things with wings all jiggin' 'round in rings,  
my bein' tight on swiggin' Granny's moonshine with a bite;  
or like when me and Granny both was chillin' in the tub,  
and each of us abreast of Cousin Dick was born agin,  
our seein' Jesus thrillin' givin' Gawd a backside rub,  
as we was all three swillin' Granny's home-brewed bathtub gin;  
plus like the weekend Brother Brick on gittin' in my bed,  
with Granny, me, and Cousin Dick done plumb near lost his breath,  
us spyin' Santa's sled with Mr. Ed up at the head,    
his flyin' nigh as high as us on Granny's home-cooked meth;  
while heaps of times our whole dang gang done little green men seen --  
when gobblin' next to Granny's ghost her homemade mescaline.  
 
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