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Paul Laurence Dunbar - A Grievance
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Wen de snow `s a-fallin`
    An` de win` is col`.
  Mammy `mence a-callin`,
    Den she `mence to scol`,
  "Lucius Lishy Brackett,
    Don`t you go out do`s,
  Button up yo` jacket,
    Les`n you `ll git froze."

  I sit at de windah
    Lookin` at de groun`,
  Nuffin nigh to hindah,
    Mammy ain` erroun`;
  Wish `t she would n` mek me
    Set down in dis chaih;
  Pshaw, it would n`t tek me
    Long to git some aih.

  So I jump down nimble
    Ez a boy kin be,
  Dough I `s all a-trimble
    Feahed some one `ll see;
  Bet in a half a minute
    I fly out de do`
  An` I `s knee-deep in it,
    Dat dah blessed snow.

  Den I hyeah a pattah
    Come acrost de flo`.
  Den dey comes a clattah
    At de cabin do`;
  An` my mammy holler
    Spoilin` all my joy,
  "Come in f`om dat waller,
    Don`t I see you, boy?"

  Wen de snow `s a-sievin`
    Down ez sof ez meal,
  Whut `s de use o` livin`
    `Cept you got de feel
  Of de stuff dat`s fallin`
    `Roun` an` white an` damp,
  `Dout some one a-callin`,
    "Come in hyeah, you scamp!"
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