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James Whitcomb Riley - A Diverted Tragedy
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Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;
    But Gracie dearly loved her doll,
      An` played wiv it on the winder-sill
  `Way up-stairs, when she ought to _not_,
    An` her muvver _telled_ her so an` all;
      But she won`t _mind_ what _she_ say--till,
  First thing she know, her dolly fall
    Clean spang out o` the winder plumb
      Into the street! An` here Grace come
  Down-stairs, two at a time, ist wild
  An` a-screamin`, "Oh, my child! my child!"

  Jule wuz a-bringin` their basket o` clo`es
    Ist then into their hall down there,--
      An` she ist stop` when Gracie bawl,
    An` Jule she say "She ist declare
  She`s ist in time!" An` what you s`pose?
      She sets her basket down in the hall,
  An` wite on top o` the snowy clo`es
    Wuz Gracie`s dolly a-layin` there
      An` ist ain`t bu`st ner hurt a-tall!

  Nen Gracie smiled--ist _sobbed_ an` smiled--
  An` cried, "My child! my precious child!"
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