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The Last Year We Grew Tobacco

7/15/2021

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If the corn don't grow and the tobacco don't grow, then there ain't no food on the table. Them babies will starve. The old folks too. Don't talk to me about no progress. Don't talk to me about buildin no dam. Ain't no water gonna save us now. The Bible tells of a place called Gehenna. It was nothin but no barren valley of filth and fire. Wouldn't no decent person go near there. Jesus, he used that place to tell what Hell was like. Told that it's a place worse than any. That's about as close as you can get to tellin about where we live here. And you think you gonna come in here and just wash all that destitution and that dirt that won't grow nothin worth havin away? I tell you what, it's been dry here so long they's cracks in that dirt so deep you can't ever fill em full with water. You just go ahead and try if you want to, but I tell you, that water's just gonna run down them crevices on down so deep it might just drown that ol' devil himself. Just maybe. But then again I guess you can't very well drown the devil when he's the one pourin the water.
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