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February 06, 2013

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Picky

Dialect poetry is difficult for us to accept these days, but by golly Barnes can do something with it! And he was a village schoolteacher too, wasn't he? Just imagine being a young child taught by someone of his sympathies and skills!

Virtual Linguist

Thanks, Picky. Yes, his poetry and use of language are certainly something.

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