A symphony of hickory-nuts clattered,
falling from an aged tree,
rolling swiftly down rusted tin,
resting beside an old barrell.
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A symphony of hickory-nuts clattered, falling from an aged tree, rolling swiftly down rusted tin, resting beside an old barrell.
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