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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Limitations
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EF you`s only got de powah fe` to blow a little whistle,
Keep ermong de people wid de whistles.
Ef you don`t, you`ll fin` out sho`tly dat you`s th`owed yo` fines` feelin`
In a place dat`s all a bed o` thistles.
`Tain`t no use a-goin` now, ez sho`s you bo`n,
A-squeakin` of yo` whistle `g`inst a gread big ho`n.
Ef you ain`t got but a teenchy bit o` victuals on de table,
Whut` de use a-claimin` hit`s a feas`? 
Fe` de folks is mighty `spicious, an` dey`s ap` to come a-peerin`,
Lookin` fe` de scraps you lef` at leas`.
W`en de meal`s a-hidin` f`om de meal-bin`s top,
You needn`t talk to hide it; ef you sta`ts, des stop.
Ef yo` min` kin only carry half a pint o` common idees,
Don` go roun` a-sayin` hit`s a bar`l;
`Ca`se de people gwine to test you, an` dey`ll fin` out you`s a-lyin`,
Den dey`ll twis` yo` sayin`s in a snarl.
Wuss t`ing in de country dat I evah hyahed — 
A crow dot sat a-squawkin`, "I`s a mockin` bird."
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