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Straight up from the bend
At Oglesby’s end
A town named Jonesville
My story begins.
God’s little acre
A shack on the hill
Lived two poor rug-makers
Twinkles and Bill.

Humpbacked and ancient
Bill’s strength was his patience.
Twinkles was fragile
Younger and sagile
Bill cared for her.
He loved he so
On God’s little acre.
I thought you should you know.

Our hand-me-downs Mom saved.
Bill would stop by.
A rug he would make.
Five dollars was his take.
Our memories he’s spin
That’s what Mamma said back then.
For magic was everywhere you see
I was just ten.
And when Bill dreamed
He dreamed of his loom
Cause that’s what Bill thought about.
That’s what Bill knew.
Weavin’ his rugs
For food and for money
Life was just hard
Not milk and not honey.

Summers were sticky hot
And winter had cold hands.
An ice storm hit us hard
And covered the land.
Twinkles did fall.
She was broken in two.
Bill went for help.
He never made it through.
And when Twinkles dreamed
She dreamed she could fly
Over the Vermillion river
And through the stary skies.
At a speed she thought was
really fast
She would go zippin’ by.
But mostly she would dream
Of ice cream and apple pie.

Twinkles has two brothers
Named Snowball and Midnight.
The brothers found the two under
Six inches if ice.
Twinkles had crawled to him
Cause that’s were Bill was.
Out there together
They died with their love.

In the middle of the Lincoln land
Off of 151
Remember two little partners
That lived ‘round there once.
All the people in the world
That have passed on through
All the little lives
All the people that you knew

Straight up from the bend
At Oglesby’s end
A town named Jonesville
My story ends.
About two little lives
Two souls
Well that’s the end of my story.
That I thought you should know.