Two Views of It

W'en de blizzard blow my neighbor house
Clean off de whole plantation,
En he weep en cry,
En moan en sigh,
En he fin' hisse'f lef' high en dry
Dat's done fer his soul's salvation!

W'en de blizzard blow my house away,
En I howls lak all creation,
Hit's plain ez day
En a furrer in May,
(I des don't keer what my neighbor say.)
Dat's a mighty strange dispensation!
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