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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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