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Lawd Lawd I hopes dat you is lissnin, I'se just got to talk wit ya'll, dats why I called ya heah Lawd. Ma Mammy sez yall'd memba me dats why she named me Cotten, and I is only twenny soze I noze youse aint forgotten. Well heahs the sitiation, and I hopes dat yall don't mand, cawz ebon doe I is a black man, my hawt is silva land. Wile I was ova at ole joe's hows jus havin a frenly game, ole joe, he got up an cawd me a dutty name. Now I didn't meen ta do it Lawd, but he bought up my Waff, an dats why I cawd ya Lawd, cawz I done took ole Joes Laff. I noze dat peeples gwan to wonda why ole done disapeered, I wish dat youse jus bring him back, so's I can get things cleard. An if yall isn't in, I hopes yall angels tuk it down I called, gess I'll have to do some waitin anyway but thank ya Lawd. |
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