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Thu, 24.09.2009

AN ADDRESS TO MISS PHILLIS WHEATLEY by Jupiter Hammon.

O, come, you pious youth! Adore The wisdom of thy god,
In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word,
Thou mightst been left behind, Amidst a dark abode;
God’s tender mercy still combined, Thou hast the holy word.

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In Orangeburg my brothers did the African twist around a bone-fire they'd built at the gate to keep the hunkies out. The day before they'd caught one shooting... IN ORANGEBURG MY BROTHERS DID by A. B. Spellman.
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