The Looking-Glass

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DINAH stan’ befo’ de glass,
Lookin’ moughty neat,
An’ huh purty shadder sass
At huh haid an’ feet.
While she sasshay ‘roun’ an’ bow,
Smilin’ den an’ poutin’ now,
An’ de lookin’-glass, I ‘low
Say: ‘Now, ain’t she sweet?’
All she do, de glass it see,
Hit des see, no mo’,
Seems to me, hit ought to be
Drappin’ on de flo’.
She go w’en huh time git slack,
Kissin’ han’s an’ smilin’ back,
Lawsy, how my lips go smack,
Watchin’ at de do’.
Wisht I was huh lookin’-glass,
W’en she kissed huh han’;
Does you t’ink I’d let it pass,
Settin’ on de stan’?
No; I’d des’ fall down an’ break,
Kin’ o’ glad ‘t uz fu’ huh sake;
But de diffunce, dat whut make
Lookin’-glass an’ man.

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