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Thu, 24.09.2009

A SPADE IS JUST A SPADE by Walter Everette Hawkins.

As I talk with learned people,
I have heard a strange remark,
Quite beyond my comprehension,
And I’m stumbling in the dark.

They advise: Don’t be too modest,
Whatsoever thing is said,
Give to everything its color,
Always call a spade a spade.

Now I am not versed in Logic,
Nor these high-flown classic things,
And am not adept in solving
Flighty aphoristic flings;

So this proverb seems to baffle
All the efforts I have made-
Now what else is there to call it,
When a spade is just a spade?????

From: an anthology of verse by American Negroes,
reprinted by permission of Mo

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