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been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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 catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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