Accountability (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made ...
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made ...
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