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Who’s that man from the Stovall Plantation, / Mixed Delta blues with amplification? / Son of muleskinner, Ollie Morganfield, / Young McKinley picked in the cotton field. / His mother, Berta, died when he was
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In blinding light she came to me, / her smile radiant as in life. / We walked to an outdoor café, / sat at an umbrella table. / Color was bleached by divine glow, / we drank tea, shared our memories. /
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July 8, 2007
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I've escaped from insanity, to take my rightful place, / To lead this God-forsaken world back to the human race. / I see the politicians in their business suits and ties. / They look so self-respecting; but greed g
38 lines, 2 comments,
July 8, 2007
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