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An Easy Goin' Feller

Ther' ain't
no use in all this strife,

An' hurryin', pell-mell, right thro' life.

I don't believe in goin' too fast

To see what kind o' road you've passed.

It ain't no mortal kind o' good,

'N' I would n't hurry ef I could.

I like to jest go joggin' 'long,

To limber up my soul with song;

To stop awhile 'n' chat the men,

'N' drink some cider now an' then.

Do' want no boss a-standin' by

To see me work; I allus try

To do my dooty right straight up,

An' earn what fills my plate an' cup.

An' ez fur boss, I'll be my own,

I like to jest be let alone,

To plough my strip an' tend my bees,

An' do jest like I doggoned please.
My head's all right, an' my heart's meller,

But I'm a easy-goin' feller.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

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Charlotte Blacker

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The Meaning of Life (A Yorkshire Dialect Rhapsody) From under't canal like a watter-filled cellar coming up like a pitman from a double'un, twice, I said "Hey, you're looking poorly" He said "Them nights are drawing in" Down't stairs like a gob-machine, sucking toffees, up a ladder like a ferret up a ladder in a fog, I said "Hey, you're looking poorly" He said "Half-a-dozen eggs"

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(Found by Holly Brown)

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Even Tho - poem, written in Jamaican patois - Jaime-Leigh Goodenough

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Even Tho - poem, written in Jamaican patois - Jaime-Leigh Goodenough