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A Fond Farewell

The news isn’t pretty in Mayberry city.
The sheriff’s been called to his post in the sky.
But there’s Darlings still pickin’, there’s southern fried chicken
With mighty fine taters and fresh apple pie.
There’s dates at the diner.  Perhaps a moonshiner
Will turn up for church or for fishin’ at dawn.
There’s criminal-trackin’ and barber shop yakkin’.
The sheriff has left, but the reruns live on.

 

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