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When the Wind Blow

Poetry

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When the wind blow in’ta Bogalusa, ‘tain’t never no good Daddy says t’ain’t possible to Know what a’ comin’

’Cuz it lies and lies and lies.

The sleepin’ porch kill’d Mama A telepole ‘lectrocuted Uncle Billy ‘N all the chickens drownd’ed

Daddy cried but tell’d me not’ta.

Daddy take’d me to Aunt Sassy’s But her real name be Vella Sue Near evra’one call her Aunt Sassy ‘cuz she talk so mean

She don’t care.

Daddy left and never come back They say he lyin’ dead somewhere . . .

I think the wind took’m.

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