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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477613" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whut time 'd dat clock strike?<br>Nine? No--eight;<br>I didn't think hit was so late.<br>Aer chew! I must 'a' got a cough,<br>I raally b'lieve I did doze off--<br>Hit's mighty soothin' to de tiah,<br>A-dozin' dis way by de fiah;<br>Oo oom--hit feels so good to stretch<br>I sutny is one weary wretch!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look hyeah, dat boy done gone to sleep!<br>He des ain't wo'th his boa'd an' keep;<br>I des don't b'lieve he'd bat his eyes<br>If Gab'el called him fo'm de skies!<br>But sleepin's good dey ain't no doubt--<br>Dis pipe o' mine is done gone out.<br>Don't bu'n a minute, bless my soul,<br>Des please to han' me dat ah coal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You 'Lias git up now, my son,<br>Seems lak my nap is des begun;<br>You sutny mus' ma'k down de day<br>Wen I treats comp'ny dis away!<br>W'y, Brother Jones, dat drowse come on,<br>An' laws! I dremp dat you was gone!<br>You 'Lias, whaih yo' mannahs, suh,<br>To hyeah me call an' nevah stuh!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-morrer mo'nin' w'en I call<br>Dat boy'll be sleepin' to beat all,<br>Don't mek no diffunce how I roah,<br>He'll des lay up an' sno' and sno'.<br>Now boy, you done hyeahed whut I said,<br>You bettah tek yo'se'f yo baid,<br>Case ef you gits me good an' wrong<br>I'll mek dat sno' a diffunt song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dis wood fiah is invitin' dho',<br>Hit seems to wa'm de ve'y flo'--<br>An' nuffin' ain't a whit ez sweet,<br>Ez settin' toastin' of yo' feet.<br>Hit mek you drowsy, too, but La!<br>Hyeah, 'Lias, don't you hyeah yo' ma?<br>Ef I gits sta'ted f'om dis cheah<br>I' lay, you scamp, I'll mek you heah!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-morrer mo'nin' I kin bawl<br>Twell all de neighbohs hyeah me call;<br>An' you'll be snoozin' des ez deep<br>Ez if de day was made fu' sleep;<br>Hit's funny when you got a cough<br>Somehow yo' voice seems too fu' off--<br>Can't wake dat boy fu' all I say,<br>I reckon he'll sleep daih twell day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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Nine? No--eight;
I didn't think hit was so late.
Aer chew! I must 'a' got a cough,
I raally b'lieve I did doze off--
Hit's mighty soothin' to de tiah,
A-dozin' dis way by de fiah;
Oo oom--hit feels so good to stretch..."></div>
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