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My Father smells of elderberries.
Dwight, you like to give me hell about the "Gods country thing. So let me explain.
(as violins begin a quite mellody) You see Gods country (a small chorus of birds chime in and the camera gets a close up of the speakers face) is anywhere a man is (The camera pans away to a grassy valley with some trees scattered out with snow topped mountains off in the distance) were he loves to be.
 Hmmmmm....now THAT didn't sound like Edgar Allan Poe at ALL, Chad!!! 
Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)
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