Unformatted text preview: planned beautiful, en it ‘uz done beautiful; en dey ain’t NOBODY kin git up a plan dat’s mo’ mixed-up en splendid den what dat one wuz.’ We was all glad as we could be, but Tom was the gladdest of all because he had a bullet in the calf of his leg. When me and Jim heard that we didn’t feel so brash as what we did before. It was hurting him consider- able, and bleeding; so we laid him in the wigwam and tore up one of the duke’s shirts for to bandage him, but he says: ‘Gimme the rags; I can do it myself. Don’t stop now; don’t fool around here, and the evasion booming along so...
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- Fall '08
- English, Jim, ARIA Charts, Calf, Eminem, Vault, mighty good job