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Ballad of Women I Love
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date Beareth Amandy Baker's crest; What times soever I've been their guest, Says I to myself in an undertone: "Of womenfolk, it must be confessed, These do I love, and these alone." Well, again, in the Nutmeg State, Dorothy Pratt is richly blest With a relic of art and a land effete-- A pitcher of glass that's cut, not pressed. And a Washington teapot is possessed Down in Pelham by Marthy Stone-- Think ye now that I say in jest "These do I love, and these alone?" Were Hepsy Higgins inclined to mate, Or Dorcas Eastman prone to invest In Cupid's bonds, they could find their fate In the bootless bard of Crockery Quest. For they've heaps of trumpery--so have the rest Of those spinsters whose ware I'd like to own; You can see why I say with such certain zest, "These do I love, and these alone."
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On the Run
I keep leaving before I see the Sun I run because I feel the pain But every new place comes with a new face New faces, new places, but I’m still the same And I wonder Why do I keep leaving before I can know the Sun?
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Hands to the Plow
A working black woman who has never failed to provide and nurture my wildest dreams Even when my means was low, your steadfast support exceeded any lack of greenbacks Through backtracks and mishaps, your grace and skill pays all of my hearts bills Deep in the forest of cooking, cleaning, caring, while silently communicating your will I am not only motivated to touch and work for you but live to give you everything you need How is it that your soft hands work to make a house a home so quickly and smartly Let me massage your back and rub your feet before the day ends Thank God for this woman who makes life a breeze my best friend Hands to the plow always with a smile willing to go the distance Thank you for going the extra mile all while mataining that lovely smile.
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It’s here! Boy, did it come fast. Out under the sun And around it for twenty-five years; A whole quarter century. A Snap! Oh, there are changes about. Dancing on the floor And bounding across it in antalgic gait; A swish with confidence. Oh dear! Oof, that was a mistake. Wallowing in pits And grieving moments of the road behind A dose of folly. Oh well! Welp, got to move on. Here above the dirt And amongst those whose hearts beat; A bouncy grown woman
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Delaying gratification
If you can see without, you can be without it. If you can breathe without it, you can live without it. And you can live without it, you can be without it And if you can be without it, you can become free without it I think so deep that I get weak-in-the-knees Till the point where I cannot freakin’ sleep in the trees Government spread disease overseas from Africa to Belize Drugs gets pushed and the consciousness riding the sleep Why does the evilest music sound the best? Why do the most disgusting things feel the best? Why do the most positive things end in mess? And so negativity gets rewarded the best Delay Gratification is so hard to do But Delaying Gratification is possible to do In fact, Delaying Gratification builds up the crew Delaying Gratification makes you proud of what you accrue
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Classic
On first looking into Chapman's Homer
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise-- Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
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A Feeling
There is a feeling inside of me, A feeling I can no longer keep under lock and key. This feeling I've never felt so strong before, Now keeps me longing for you more and more. My friends say it is just a phase I'm going through. But I hear you're going through it too. The way my heart flutters like a flying dove Makes me wonder if this is a phase ot is it love.
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