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Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.
In the Quarter of the Negroes
Of the South have taken over--
More than German ever bore,
Dreams and nightmares!
In the Quarter of the Negroes
They asked me if my blackness,
Where the doors are doors of paper
Not of her own doing--
Where the doorknob lets in Lieder
In a pot of collard greens
Voted all the Dixiecrats
No trains or steamboats going--
Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser,
Blows a scratchy sound.
Would it rub off?
In white pillared mansions
In the pot begind the paper doors
Is gently stewing.
And a leaf of collard green.
By the river and the railroad
Whats smelling, Leontyne?
In a supermarket sea.
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Dreaming that the Negroes
You know, right at Christmas
And the wind wont wait for midnight
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For fun to blow doors down.
on the old iron stove whats cooking?
With fluid far-off goind
Nightmares, dreams, oh!
And we better find out, mama,
Her yesterday past grandpa--
Yet Leontynes unpacking.
Boundaries bind unbinding
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Since we move dup to Mount Vernon.
Dust of dingy atoms
A. Philip Randolph the High Grand Worthy.
Comes the COLORED HOUR:
Right out of power--
A whirl of whisteles blowing.
I said, Ask your mama.
Lieder, lovely Lieder