<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>De Way T'ings Come</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">De way t'ings come, hit seems to me,<br>Is des' one monst'ous mystery;<br>De way hit seem to strike a man,<br>Dey ain't no sense, dey ain't no plan;<br>Ef trouble sta'ts a pilin' down,<br>It ain't no use to rage er frown,<br>It ain't no use to strive er pray,<br>Hit's mortal boun' to come dat way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, ef you 's hongry, an' yo' plate<br>Des' keep on sayin' to you, 'Wait,'<br>Don't mek no diffunce how you feel,<br>'T won't do no good to hunt a meal,<br>Fu' dat ah meal des' boun' to hide<br>Ontwell de devil's satisfied,<br>An' 'twell dey's some'p'n by to cyave<br>You 's got to ease yo'se'f an' sta've.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ef dey 's co'n meal on de she'f<br>You need n't bothah 'roun' yo'se'f,<br>Somebody's boun' to amble in<br>An' 'vite you to dey co'n meal bin;<br>An' ef you 's stuffed up to be froat<br>Wid co'n er middlin', fowl er shoat,<br>Des' look out an' you 'll see fu' sho<br>A 'possum faint befo' yo' do'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">De way t'ings happen, huhuh, chile,<br>Dis worl' 's done puzzled me one w'ile;<br>I 's mighty skeered I 'll fall in doubt,<br>I des' won't try to reason out<br>De reason why folks strive an' plan<br>A dinnah fu' a full-fed man,<br>An' shet de do' an' cross de street<br>F'om one dat raaly needs to eat.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477647" data-title="De Way T'ings Come de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="De way t'ings come, hit seems to me, Is des' one monst'ous mystery; De way hit seem to strike a man, Dey ain't no sense, dey ain't no plan; Ef trouble sta'ts a pilin' down, It ain't no use to rage er frown, It ain't no use to strive er pray, Hit's..."></div> </div> </div>

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