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You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
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
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
