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Death And Worse Happened On The Plains.

A Woman's Love Is Like The Morning Dew. It's Just As Likely To Settle On A Horse Turd As A Rose.

Certainly On The Vast Windy Plain, There Was Plenty Of Nothing To Be Looked At.

I Don't See How Being Married Could Be Any Worse Than Listening To You Talk For Twenty Years, But That Still Ain't Much Of A Recommendation For It.

Incompetents Invariably Make Trouble For People Other Than Themselves.