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Langston Hughes

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When the old junk man Death
Comes to gather up our bodies
And toss them into the sack of oblivion,
I wonder if he will find
The corpse of a white multi—millionaire
Worth more pennies of eternity,
Than the black torso of
A Negro cotton—picker.

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