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What'm I gon' do?

“So how'm I not good?”

You'm no better than a baby when they've clacketed at ye for an hour or two without a word of sense from beginnin' to end.

"He'm a bad one. Ooh, he'm a bad one, Mister," and she laughed softly. "I seed 'im flying, riding on the wind," she laughed again, "and the moon be'ind 'im, lightin' up the way. They'm close as sisters, moon and Devil."

“Ah, it's a wonder we’m got two sticks to us name, with all that plunder what youm 'ad already.”

1967-1969, Lou Sullivan, personal diary, quoted in 2019, Ellis Martin, Zach Ozma (editors), We Both Laughed In Pleasure I picked up two stones and threw ’m in the air, heard ’m drop