#AmericanWriters
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know