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Back in my childhood, and down a long country lane in the hills and hollers of Jackson County, stands a single red bud tree with a wooden fence post laid under it...for many years, not a single blade of grass grew under that three. But, it is a sweet memory back where the grass don't grow.
By Deacon Tom Scarlett5
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Back in my childhood, and down a long country lane in the hills and hollers of Jackson County, stands a single red bud tree with a wooden fence post laid under it...for many years, not a single blade of grass grew under that three. But, it is a sweet memory back where the grass don't grow.

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