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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Sort O' Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't believe in 'ristercrats<br>An' never did, you see;<br>The plain ol' homelike sorter folks<br>Is good enough fur me.<br>O' course, I don't desire a man<br>To be too tarnal rough,<br>But then, I think all folks should know<br>When they air nice enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now there is folks in this here world,<br>From peasant up to king,<br>Who want to be so awful nice<br>They overdo the thing.<br>That's jest the thing that makes me sick,<br>An' quicker 'n a wink<br>I set it down that them same folks<br>Ain't half so good 's you think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like to see a man dress nice,<br>In clothes becomin' too;<br>I like to see a woman fix<br>As women orter to do;<br>An' boys an' gals I like to see<br>Look fresh an' young an' spry.--<br>We all must have our vanity<br>An' pride before we die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I jedge no man by his clothes,--<br>Nor gentleman nor tramp;<br>The man that wears the finest suit<br>May be the biggest scamp,<br>An' he whose limbs air clad in rags<br>That make a mournful sight,<br>In life's great battle may have proved<br>A hero in the fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't believe in 'ristercrats;<br>I like the honest tan<br>That lies upon the healthful cheek<br>An' speaks the honest man;<br>I like to grasp the brawny hand<br>That labor's lips have kissed,<br>For he who has not labored here<br>Life's greatest pride has missed:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pride to feel that yore own strength<br>Has cleaved fur you the way<br>To heights to which you were not born,<br>But struggled day by day.<br>What though the thousands sneer an' scoff,<br>An' scorn yore humble birth?<br>Kings are but puppets; you are king<br>By right o' royal worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man who simply sits an' waits<br>Fur good to come along,<br>Ain't worth the breath that one would take<br>To tell him he is wrong.<br>Fur good ain't flowin' round this world<br>Fur every fool to sup;<br>You 've got to put yore see-ers on,<br>An' go an' hunt it up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good goes with honesty, I say,<br>To honour an' to bless;<br>To rich an' poor alike it brings<br>A wealth o' happiness.<br>The 'ristercrats ain't got it all,<br>Fur much to their su'prise,<br>That's one of earth's most blessed things<br>They can't monopolize.</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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An' never did, you see;
The plain ol' homelike sorter folks
Is good enough fur me.
O' course, I don't desire a man
To be too tarnal rough,
But then, I think all folks should know
When they air nice enough.

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