s who are "posing"--just like me!

BR'ER RABBIT IN DE BRESH PILE

Br'er Rabbit sorter snoozin' in de Big Bresh Pile,
Years laid back an' pink eyes shet up tight,
Snow a-layin' deep an' gittin' deeper all de while--
Br'er Rabbit glad dat he is outer sight.
Pretty soon he hear a noise--dat's Br'er Fox, he know,
Gropin' th'ough de quiet woods, out in de cold an' snow;
"Is dat you, Br'er Rab?" he say--but Br'er Rab lay low
An' never let on dat he heerd him right.

"Come out an' take a little stroll," seys Br'er Fox, seys he,
Sniffin' at de bresh pile an' walkin' all aroun';
"Much obleeged," seys Br'er Rab; "but dis will do fer me--
Hate ter walk when snow is on de groun'."
"Woods is lookin' pretty," says Br'er Fox; "de sun
Is shinin' jest like diamon's--come on, and have some fun!"
"Hafter thank you kindly, but my diamon' days is done,"
Seys Br'er Rab, "dey huhts my eyes, I foun'."

Br'er Fox, he lick he chops, an' set down where he at
(Gotter git some plan to bring him out);
Den he say, "Dere's lettuce here--make you nice an' fat!"
But Br'er Rab lay back he haid an' shout:
"Oh, Br'er Fox, you surely is a liar--dat you is;
De lettuce days is done gone by--an' all de leaves is friz;
You'll hafter try anudder way--mah name is Leery Liz!"
(Ol' Br'er Rabbit slangy, widdout doubt!)

"Dar comes a man!" seys Br'er Fox; "he gotter dog an' gun!
Br'er Rab, you better come wid me!"
"Ef dat is true," seys Br'er Rab, "_you_ orter jump an' run--
He gwine t' shoot when youah red haid he see!"
"I got a better house dan dis," seys Br'er Fox; "come on
And live wid me--I treat you well--de man and dog is gone!"
"An' s'ply you wid fresh meat? Oh, no, I hasn't jest bin bawn,"
Seys Br'er Rab; "you make me laff," seys he.

Den Br'er Fox, he slink away, and bahk like he was sad,
An' Br'er Rab, he shake he sides wid laffin'--ain't he bad?
He small, but still, he gotter mind--an' jest fer dat he glad--
Ol' Br'er Rabbit, in de Big Bresh Pile!

WHEN

When to the tired heart and soul and brain
There comes, at last, the Unrepeated Call,
Where Silence and Eternal Rest are all
Ahead of me, without one touch of pain--

Pause at the edge of this desired Dawn,
Turn down a glass, and then--Be glad I'm gone!

For what the Future holds who knows, or cares?
The Past is done, the Now is here alway--
So, lighten it for those who needs must stay,
Breathe no regrets for him who onward fares.

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