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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fake Rainmaker
[time] => 2018-07-24 21:09:26
[hometext] => A fictional poem.
[bodytext] => I charged a town full of hicks ten thousand bucks to make it rain.
They said if there was no precipitation, I would be in a lot of pain.
They were desperate for rain because of a three month drought.
They actually paid me in full, I can/'/t believe they paid that amount.
What they didn/'/t know was that when it comes to making rain, I don/'/t know what to do.
Those hicks knocked all of my teeth out and now I can/'/t even chew.
Those hillbillies also lit a match after dunking me in a barrel of kerosene.
I knew they would be angry but I didn/'/t know they would be quite so mean.
Now I/'/m in the hospital and I have 3rd degree burns.
Don/'/t ever con hicks, that/'/s a lesson I have learned.
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[informant] => randyjohnson
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