Certain people are not meant to exist in certain environments...I was so
blind-sided...Getting ready to write about the illusion...the
illusion...the people...the people...the illusion...the illusion...
LITTLE brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
What you been doin', suh -- makin' san' pies?
Look at dat bib -- you's ez du'ty ez me.
Look at dat mouf -- dat's merlasses, I bet;
Come hyeah, Maria, an' wipe off his han's.
Bees gwine to ketch you an' eat you up yit,
Bein' so sticky an sweet -- goodness lan's!
-Paul Laurence Dunbar
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