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There is no proper substitute
\nfor a good yodel parade.
\nMountain men and cowboys
\ncome from every glen and glade.
\nThey flock into the town of choice
\nto try to win some prizes,
\nwith their yodel-a-hee voice
\nin bodies of all sizes.
\nYou’ll get some folks from Switzerland
\nand several from Peru.
\nAnd each is glad to show you
\nwhat their crackling voice will do.
\nThe decibels raised by their yells
\nsend livestock on the run.
\nY’all come down to Comstock,
\n’cause this weekend starts the fun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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