It's not an uncommon phenomenon
In everyday speech
The I'm, let's, e'en
Are part of daily lingo
In many places
But here in this county
We drop syllables
In unexpected places
Carrying the sound forward
With a distinct 'twang'
The distant Scots and Irish influence
Is faintly heard
But the rest
Is the merging of local
Backwoods
And rural isolation.
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