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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Song Of Summer
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DIS is gospel weathah sho` —
Hills is sawt o` hazy.
Meddahs level ez a flo`
Callin` to de lazy.
Sky all white wif streaks o` blue,
Sunshine softly gleamin`,
D`ain`t no wuk hit`s right to do,
Nothin` `s right but dreamin`.
Dreamin` by de rivah side
Wif de watahs glist`nin`,
Feelin` good an` satisfied
Ez you lay a-list`nin`
To the little nakid boys
Splashin` in de watah,
Hollerin` fu` to spress deir joys
Jes` lak youngsters ought to.
Squir`l a-tippin` on his toes,
So`s to hide an` view you;
Whole flocks o` camp-meetin` crows
Shoutin` hallelujah.
Peckahwood erpon de tree
Tappin` lak a hammah;
Jaybird chattin` wif a bee,
Tryin` to teach him grammah.
Breeze is blowin` wif perfume,
Jes` enough to tease you;
Hollyhocks is all in bloom,
Smellin` fu` to please you.
Go `way, folks, an` let me `lone,
Times is gettin` dearah —
Summah`s settin` on de th`one,
An` I`m a-layin` neah huh!
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