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Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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 went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
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.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto