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TANTALIZIN'.
He tole about dat possum,'Till ah almost had de gout;
He made dis old mouf wattar,
Hardly knew what ah's about.
He tole of brown, sweet taters,
Laying all aroun' his ribs
An he woulden' stop his tellin'
Dem tantalizin' squibs.
What makes folks like toe tease one
Till he almost grinds his teaf
On his tongue in magination,
Makes him wis' dat he was deaf.
Dar haint no possum Norf here
'Cause day live away down Souf,
An he'l fool wid dis ole fellar
Till he smacks him in de mouf.
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