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Thu, 24.09.2009

JELLY ROLL MORTON by Sybil Kein.

Winnin’ boy,
if you were mine,
I’d rock you in my
cradle of careless love-
true blue love,
and let you jass me
with your sporting house,

red gravy, diamond-studded,
gambling, hot Creole
rambling, down-town
ragtime blues.
Lord Jelly, Oh Mister Jazz King,
You salty dog….

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When first my bosom glowed with hope, I gazed as from a mountaintop On some delightful plain; But oh! How transient was the scene-It fled as though it had... SLAVERY by George Moses Horton.
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