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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Old Front Gate
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W`en daih`s chillun in de house,  
    Dey keep on a-gittin` tall;
   But de folks don` seem to see
    Dat dey`s growin` up at all,
   `Twell dey fin` out some fine day
    Dat de gals has `menced to grow,
   W`en dey notice as dey pass
    Dat de front gate`s saggin` low.
   W`en de hinges creak an` cry,
   An` de bahs go slantin` down,
  You kin reckon dat hit`s time
   Fu` to cas` yo` eye erroun`,
  `Cause daih ain`t no `sputin` dis,
   Hit`s de trues` sign to show
  Dat daih`s cou`tin goin` on
   W`en de ol` front gate sags low.
  Oh, you grumble an` complain,
   An` you prop dat gate up right;
  But you notice right nex` day
   Dat hit`s in de same ol` plight.
  So you fin` dat hit`s a rule,
   An` daih ain` no use to blow,
  W`en de gals is growin` up,
   Dat de front gate will sag low.
  Den you t`ink o` yo` young days,
   W`en you cou`ted Sally Jane,
  An` you so`t o` feel ashamed
   Fu` to grumble an` complain,
  `Cause yo` ricerlection says,
   An` you know hits wo`ds is so,
  Dat huh pappy had a time
   Wid his front gate saggin` low.
  So you jes` looks on an` smiles
   At `em leanin` on de gate,
  Tryin` to t`ink whut he kin say
   Fu` to keep him daih so late,
  But you lets dat gate erlone,
   Fu` yo` `sperunce goes to show,
  `Twell de gals is ma`ied off,
   It gwine keep on saggin` low.
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