Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

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

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

Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:

Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks

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

When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!