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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Lonesome
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MOTHER`s gone a-visitin` to spend a month er two,
An`, oh, the house is lonesome ez a nest whose birds has flew
To other trees to build ag`in; the rooms seem jest so bare
That the echoes run like sperrits from the kitchen to the stair.
The shetters flap more lazy-like `n what they used to do,
Sence mother`s gone a-visitin` to spend a month er two.
We`ve killed the fattest chicken an` we`ve cooked her to a turn;
We`ve made the richest gravy, but I jest don`t give a durn
Fur nothin` `at I drink er eat, er nothin` `at I see. 
The food ain`t got the pleasant taste it used to have to me.
They`s somep`n` stickin` in my throat ez tight ez hardened glue,
Sence mother`s gone a-visitin` to spend a month er two.
The hollyhocks air jest ez pink, they`re double ones at that,
An` I wuz prouder of `em than a baby of a cat.
But now I don`t go near `era, though they nod an` blush at me,
Fur they`s somep`n` seems to gall me in their keerless sort o` glee
An` all their fren`ly noddin` an` their blushin` seems to say:
"You`re putty lonesome, John, old boy, sence mother`s gone away."
The neighbors ain`t so fren`ly ez it seems they`d ort to be;
They seem to be a-lookin` kinder sideways like at me, 
A-kinder feared they`d tech me off ez ef I wuz a match,
An` all because `at mother`s gone an` I`m a-keepin` batch!
I`m shore I don`t do nothin` worse `n what I used to do
`Fore mother went a-visitin` to spend a month er two.
The sparrers ac`s more fearsome like an` won`t hop quite so near,
The cricket`s chirp is sadder, an` the sky ain`t ha`f so clear;
When ev`nin` comes, I set an` smoke tell my eyes begin to swim,
An` things aroun` commence to look all blurred an` faint an` dim.
Well, I guess I`ll have to own up `at I`m feelin` purty blue
Sence mother`s gone a-visitin` to spend a month er two.
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