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2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
