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Thu, 24.09.2009

DEEP FOOTPRINTS by Andrew Salkey.

Once, we had a persistent uncle, with us, at home, a slow burner,
with more than enough patience to light the whole family fire.

We called him names like hope, work, struggle, time and victory;
his smile hid years of torment; his walk was slow and very long.

When he died, the whole family called one another names like hope,
work, struggle, time and victory; and his footprints became ours…

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*Hear ye, hear ye This court is now in session His Honor, Judge Pigmeat Markham presidin Hear ye, hear ye, the court of swing It's just about ready to do that thing I don't... HERE COMES THE JUDGE by Pigmeat Markham
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