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I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,

To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

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

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

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—

When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left