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Accountability
Paul Laurence Dunbar
splendid. Nuthin's done er evah happens, 'dout hit's somefin' dat's intended; Don't keer whut you dRate it:

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Aspiration
Robert William Service
if fairy lore, I aimed an arrow at a star And hit - the barnyard door. I've shot at heaps of starsRate it:

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Beppo, A Venetian Story
George Gordon Lord Byron
ecclesiastical, All people, as their fancies hit, may choose, But no one in these parts may quiz Rate it:

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Bindle Stiff
Robert William Service
brash and gallant-gay Just fifty years ago, I hit the ties and beat my way From Maine to Mexico; FoRate it:

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Ch 01 Manner of Kings Story 21
Sa di
that an oppressor of the people, a soldier, hit the head of a pious man with a stone and that the dRate it:

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Christmas
Paul Laurence Dunbar
is taihin' an' whistlin'? Look at dat fiah how hit's spittin' an' bristlin'! Heat in de ashes an' hRate it:

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Curiosity
Paul Laurence Dunbar
she cookin', Jake?' 'Is it sweet pertaters? Is hit pie er cake?' But we couldn't mek out even whah Rate it:

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Foolin' Wid De Seasons
Paul Laurence Dunbar
go? Why won't folks quit movin' forrard? Ain't hit bettah jes' to stan' An' be satisfied wid livin'Rate it:

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How We Beat The Favourite
Adam Lindsay Gordon
sit her, she couldn't be fitter, Whenever you hit her she'll spring like a stag. 'And p'rhaps theRate it:

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Jilted
Paul Laurence Dunbar
true, Den dey 'buse him thoo an' thoo; Well, hit 's all de same. Somep'n's wrong erbout my lung, ARate it:

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Limitations
Paul Laurence Dunbar
o' victuals on de table, Whut' de use a-claimin' hit's a feas'? Fe' de folks is mighty 'spicious, Rate it:

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Long Ago
Paul Laurence Dunbar
De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah Wid all hits fuss an' feddahs; I done fu'got de joy an' cheah We knowed all kin's o' weddahs, I done fu'got...Rate it:

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My Garishly Striped Helmet
Nikhil Parekh
taken out life from the boy; as he deliberately hit me with a sharp stone; ran after him wincing inRate it:

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Nine from Eight
Sidney Lanier
back was towards the road And the wind hit was sorter breezy) And I got down off'n my load, And I cRate it:

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Noon
Paul Laurence Dunbar
been po'in' Down my face sence dawn; Ain't hit time we 's hyeahin' Dat ah dinnah ho'n? Go on, Ben aRate it:

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Ogs
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
triumphant glee. And the first of their stones hit poor Mister Ghones, The captain of industry. TheRate it:

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On The Road
Paul Laurence Dunbar
bofe right an' lef', Seem p'int'ly lak hit put itse'f In shape to skeer me half to def-- Oh, lone dRate it:

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Philosophy
Paul Laurence Dunbar
de preachah; whut he said de othah night, 'Bout hit bein' people's dooty, fu' to keep dey faces briRate it:

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Possum
Paul Laurence Dunbar
's anyt'ing dat riles me An' jes' gits me out o' hitch, Twell I want to tek my coat off, So 's to rRate it:

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Speakin' At De Cou't-House
Paul Laurence Dunbar
somp'n knowin' In de bald spot on his haid. But hit did seem so't o' funny Aftah waitin' fu' a weeRate it:

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The Death
Leon Gellert
I’m hit. It’s come at last, I feel a smart Of needles in ……My God …. I’m hit again! No pain this time……no pain….. and yet….. my heart…… Where is my...Rate it:

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The Destroyers
Rudyard Kipling
against the spray Her crackling tops ablaze? Hit, and hard hit! The blow went home, The muffled, kRate it:

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The Haughty Actor
William Schwenck Gilbert
smaller, by a bit, Than that in which he made a hit. So, much ill-used, he straight refused To playRate it:

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The Looking-Glass
Paul Laurence Dunbar
ain't she sweet?' All she do, de glass it see, Hit des see, no mo', Seems to me, hit ought to be DrRate it:

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The News
Paul Laurence Dunbar
down awhile, dah by his bed; I wants to t'ink,--hit ain't cleah in my head:-- Killed while a-leadinRate it:

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