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Sat, 24.07.2021

STRANGE FRUIT by Abel Meeropol

Southern trees bearing a strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swinging in the Southern breezeStrange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant SouthThe bulging eyes and the twisted mouthScent of magnolia sweet and freshThen the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is a fruit for the […]

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She does not know Her beauty, She thinks her brown body Has no glory. If she could dance Naked, Under palm trees And see her image in the river She would know. But there are no palm trees On... NO IMAGES by Waring Cuney.
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