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DOUGH FACE
MADE a face of biscuit-dough,Which our black cook gave me once;And this girl named So-and-So Said 't was funnier than a dunce.And she took it; put it onLike a false-face. Had it drawnOver all her face. "Ain't it,"So she said, "a perfect fit?"
She looked funny as a clown;And I called her Dough Face; sheLaughed and said, "Let's saunter downWhere the people, too, can see.Maybe one will recognize,In these features, nose and eyes, Some long-lost belovéd child, And for very joy go wild."
It was getting dusk; and thereAt the corner stood some girls; When they saw us, I declare, They just hollered, tossed their curls,