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Old Black Jacko

Old Black Jacko
  Smokes tobacco
  In his little pipe of clay.
Puff, puff, puff,
He never has enough
  Though he smokes it all day.

But his lubra says, "Mine tink dat Jacky
Him shmoke plenty too much baccy."

Notes

lubra - wife*

In a published book

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  • Nam
    January 14, 2005
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    It seems, to me, to be about a person, presumably a male, could be a female, don't think so however, that all they do all day is smoke tobacco and they don't do anything else.

    That's what I got from this piece. I liked it, it had a voice, it spoke well, to me, and it's a nice piece that Dennis has written here.