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/ We have sent him seeds of the melon's core, / And nailed a warning upon his door: / By the Ku Klux laws we can do no more.
/ Down in the hollow, 'mid crib and stack, / The roof of his low-porched house looms black; / Not a line of light at the door-sill's crack.