Boll weevil told the farmer. "You better treat me right. I'll eat up all of your cotton. Sleep in your grain rail tonight". . Boll weevil told the farmer.
I can't explain glacial motion. Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean. I can't unfold the layers of mystery. Or piece together the tragedy of history, cause.
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