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I reck'n yew've never saw the Skillet? / Wal, ye-e-es, they's likelier streams; / But when ye git ri' daown to 't, stranger, / It kind o' hants yer dreams.
It pokes along through grayish bottoms, / An' 's crookeder then worms, / An' the water's sometimes green an' scummy, / An' full o' things thet squirms.