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22. AUGUST
'Bout come daylight, it's sky kin' a blue,
An' all 'roun' edges, mo' blue an' smokey;
It's kin' a chilly col', and' it's shiva', you
When you jus' move 'roun' kin' a pokey.
Hills 'way off, it's look kin' a nice,
An' you jus' like to stan' an' look
Once fa' as you could, an' mebbe so, twice,
Seems jus' like picture in a book .
Only picture, it couldn' make it that good,
'Cause Great Spirit, He's make it that one;
You could see wha's riva', valley, an a wood,
Ova', tha' wha' he's comin' up, son.
By um by, when sun, he's get up straight,
It's a h-o-t, you don' shiva', jus' want a laid
On a nice sof' grasses down tha' by th' gate,
Unda' big black-jack trees, in a shake, 'Aint it?
An' all 'roun' edges, mo' blue an' smokey;
It's kin' a chilly col', and' it's shiva', you
When you jus' move 'roun' kin' a pokey.
Hills 'way off, it's look kin' a nice,
An' you jus' like to stan' an' look
Once fa' as you could, an' mebbe so, twice,
Seems jus' like picture in a book .
Only picture, it couldn' make it that good,
'Cause Great Spirit, He's make it that one;
You could see wha's riva', valley, an a wood,
Ova', tha' wha' he's comin' up, son.
By um by, when sun, he's get up straight,
It's a h-o-t, you don' shiva', jus' want a laid
On a nice sof' grasses down tha' by th' gate,
Unda' big black-jack trees, in a shake, 'Aint it?
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