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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Possession
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Whose little lady is you, chile,
    Whose little gal is you?
  What`s de use o` kiver`n up yo` face?
    Chile, dat ain`t de way to do.
  Lemme see yo` little eyes,
    Tek yo` little han`s down nice,
  Lawd, you wuff a million bills,
    Huh uh, chile, dat ain`t yo` price.

  Honey, de money ain`t been made
    Dat dey could pay fu` you;
  `T ain`t no use a-biddin`; you too high
    Fu` de riches` Jap er Jew.
  Lemme see you smilin` now,
    How dem teef o` yo`n do shine,
  An` de t`ing dat meks me laff
    Is dat all o` you is mine.

  How `s I gwine to tell you how I feel,
    How`s I gwine to weigh yo` wuff?
  Oh, you sholy is de sweetes` t`ing
    Walkin` on dis blessed earf.
  Possum is de sweetes` meat,
    Cidah is the nices` drink,
  But my little lady-bird
    Is de bes` of all, I t`ink.

  Talk erbout `uligion he`pin` folks
    All thoo de way o` life,
  Gin de res` `uligion, des` gin me
    You, my little lady-wife.
  Den de days kin come all ha`d,
    Den de nights kin come all black,
  Des` you tek me by de han`,
    An` I`ll stumble on de track.

  Stumble on de way to Gawd, my chile,
    Stumble on, an` mebbe fall;
  But I`ll keep a-trottin`, while you lead on,
    Pickin` an` a-trottin`, dat`s all.
  Hol` me mighty tight, dough, chile,
    Fu` hit`s rough an` rocky lan`,
  Heaben `s at de en`, I know,
    So I`s leanin` on yo` han`.
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