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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Two Little Boots
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TWO little boots all rough an` wo`,
Two little boots!
Laws, I`s kissed `em times befo`,
Dese little boots!
Seems de toes a-peepin` thoo
Dis hyeah hole an` sayin` "Boo!"
Evah time dey looks at you —
Dese little boots.
Membah de time he put `em on,
Dese little boots;
Riz an` called fu` `em by dawn,
Dese little boots;
Den he tromped de livelong day,
Laffin` in his happy way,
Evaht`ing he had to say,
"My little boots!"
Kickin` de san` de whole day long,
Dem little boots;
Good de cobblah made `em strong,
Dem little boots!
Rocks was fu` dat baby`s use,
I`on had to stan` abuse
W`en you tu`ned dese champeens loose
Dese little boots!
Ust to make de ol` cat cry,
Dese little boots;
Den you walked it mighty high,
Proud little boots!
Ahms akimbo, stan`in` wide,
Eyes a-sayin` "Dis is pride!"
Den de manny-baby stride!
You little boots.
Somehow, you don` seem so gay,
Po` little boots,
Sence yo` ownah went erway,
Po` little boots!
Yo` bright tops don` look so red,
Dese brass tips is dull an` dead;
"Goo`-by," whut de baby said;
Deah little boots!
Ain`t you kin` o` sad yo`se`f,
You little boots?
Dis is all his mammy`s lef`,
Two little boots.
Sence huh baby gone an` died,
Heav`n itse`f hit seem to hide
Des a little bit inside
Two little boots.
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