Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

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…

In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...

When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar

When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red

I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.

We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark

How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,

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

I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,

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