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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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
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!