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In southwestern Texas for a fortnight little furry cotton seeds have been lying in the womb of Mother Earth sucking up winter rain, beginning to unfold inside, thrusting out little white roots, pushing up diminutive stalks. Day by day and mile by mile to the east and north other furry cotton seeds are being stuck into the ground for the same purpose. In a few weeks the cotton planting season will be over. For that reason the U. S. Senate last week curbed its 96 tongues, limiting each to 15 minutes exercise...
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