Selections From American Poetry

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can look

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ce an' al

' up quite

in thru'

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filled the r

a cord o

o stoves (tell

ye to a

logs shot s

e pootiest

flames danc

y on the

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mongst '

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k from Conc

oom, coz s

from floor

oked full

les she wa

o' kingdom-

a blesse

blushin'

ester nor

x foot o'

t an' hum

't quicker

a furrer

it with ful

'em, danced '

, an' then th

e couldn'

her his ve

y like cur

breshed fel

th slope

no v'ice hed

in the

made Ole H

the Lord

sh scarlit, r

new meeti

w thru' its

eyes sot

tell ye, she

to 've gut

t sartin-su

er very s

foot, an' k

' on the

once her f

s in burnt

l'itered

tfle o' t

kep' goin'

went pi

e gin her

she wished

apples ke

way like

o see my Pa

..I come d

a? She's spr

morrer's

gals acts

'ould be

mean yes

ateral

spell on on

a spell o

h one he fe

t ha' told

I'd better

Think likel

rd pricked h

, he up an

meby upon

t pale e

' smily ro

roun' th

s jes' the

turs nev

that keep a

d in J

t roun' her he

for all

see how me

m both her

come back l

the Bay

know is th

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