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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Visitor
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LITTLE lady at de do`,
W`y you stan` dey knockin`?
Nevah seen you ac` befo`
In er way so shockin`.
Don` you know de sin it is
Fu` to git my temper riz
W`en I`s got de rheumatiz
An` my jints is lockin`?
No, ol` Miss ain`t sont you down,
Don` you tell no story;
I been seed you hangin` `roun`
Dis hyeah te`itory.
You des come fu` me to tell
You a tale, an` I ain` — well —
Look hyeah, what is dat I smell?
Steamin` victuals? Glory!
Come in, Missy, how you do?
Come up by de fiah, 
I was jokin`, chile, wid you;
Bring dat basket nighah.
Huh uh, ain` dat lak ol` Mis,
Sen`in` me a feas` lak dis?
Rheumatiz cain`t stop my bliss,
Case I`s feelin` spryah.
Chicken meat an` gravy, too,
Hot an` still a-heatin`;
Good ol` sweet pertater stew;
Missy b`lieves in treatin`.
Des set down, you blessed chile, 
Daddy got to t`ink a while, 
Den a story mek you smile 
W`en he git thoo eatin`.
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