Song of the Remorseful Twilight

Song of the Remorseful Twilight.
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sumtimes wenn u are kummen hoam at nite
frum playen hookey nuthen semes
uz brite uz it did in the mornen wenn u hurd
temtashuns voyce that kum to u ann sturd
ure eavul pashuns up ann then uno
how turble is remoarse. ann u walk slo
soze to put off the owr wenn u must fais
ure muther. ann purhapps u sitt sum plais
owt in the woods ann wunder ore ann ore
wi that u neavur thott uv that befoar.

the mornfle shaddoze fawl ann uz u hide
ure fishpoal in the woods u kood uv kride
ann in ure mizzery u sitt ann wish
that thare was neavur sutch a thing uz fish
to temt u frum the strate ann narro path
ann o u no ure waten muthers rath
will be a turble thing ann thenn u say
goodnite in sutch a hollo mornfle way
to ure chumm hoo plade hookey too ann o
u wisht ure gilty hart aint throbben so.

iff it was onley mornen ann the lite
uv the worm sun was glorryus ann brite
u woodunt feal so skairt but itts the gloom
that maiks u think uv wott a turble doom
uve gott to fais. ann wenn u sea the lamp
thats in the kittchun windo ure browse damp
with beeds uv swett ann awl along the way
u wunder o u wunder wott sheel say.
like merry anntoynett hoo onley prade
the acks was sharp ann wood not be delade.

__J.W.Foley