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Last week I found Paul Bunyan. He is downtown just off the Penobscot river. I remember reading about this lumberjack in grade school. With his tall tales of felling trees and eating flapjacks. The 31 ft. tall is a symbol of the late 1800s when Bangor, Maine was said to be the lumber capital of the world.
I thought Minnesota had laid claim to old Paul? Where is Babe the blue ox? He was nowhere to be found.
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