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• 1 2022-07-28T15:05:53-04:00 Otto Bohanan, "Mammy" (1917) 2 plain 2022-07-28T15:06:18-04:00 06/01/1917
  
  She held him in her bronzen arms
     And fed him from her lavish breast,
  And rid him of a child's alarms,
     With songs that gave him rest.
  
  He loved her tenderly, he said,
     And vowed to fill her life with pleasure.
  He's growing old and she is dead,
     A picture in his memory's treasure.
  
  But once he paused upon the bench
     Ere yet he spake the final sentence
  Upon a slender black-faced wench,
     Whose eyes were grime with unrepentance:
  
  "Old Mammy's child! Tut! Tut! 'Tis bad
     For one so young to mock the law.
  Your mother's eyes must deepend sad,
     She looked upon these things with awe."