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** By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a @nipperkin!
 * The Man He Killed **
 * By Thomas Harding
 * Had he and I but met

But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place.

I shot him dead because-- Because he was my @foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; That's clear enough; although

He thought he'd 'list, perhaps, Off-hand like--just as I-- Was out of work--had sold his traps-- No other reason why.

Yes; @quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You'd treat, if met where any bar is, Or help to half a **@crown. Thomas Hardy ** Question May Swenson Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen
 * @The Man he Killed

Where will I sleep How will I ride What will I hunt

Where can I go without my mount all eager and quick How will I know in thicket ahead is danger or treasure when Body my good bright dog is dead

How will it be to lie in the sky without roof or door and wind for an eye

With cloud for shift how will I hide? May Swenson

Dessert Places By Robert Frost code Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it—it is theirs. All animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less— A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. code

@By Maya Angelou

Ain't That Bad? Dancin' the funky chicken Eatin' ribs and tips @Diggin' all the latest sounds And drinkin' gin in sips. Puttin' down that do-rag Tighten' up my 'fro Wrappin' up in Blackness Don't I shine and glow? Hearin' Stevie Wonder Cookin' beans and rice Goin' to the opera Checkin' out Leontyne Price. Get down, Jesse Jackson Dance on, @Alvin Ailey Talk, Miss Barbara Jordan Groove, Miss Pearlie Bailey. Now ain't they bad? An ain't they Black? An ain't they Black? An' ain't they Bad? An ain't they bad? @An' ain't they Black? An' ain't they fine? Black like the hour of the night When your love turns and wriggles close to your side Black as the earth which has given birth To nations, and when all else is gone will abide. Bad as the storm that leaps raging from the heavens Bringing the welcome rain Bad as the sun burning orange hot at midday Lifting the waters again. Arthur Ashe on the tennis court Mohammed Ali in the ring @Andre Watts and Andrew Young Black men doing their thing. Dressing in purples and pinks and greens Exotic as rum and Cokes Living our lives with flash and style Ain't we colorful folks? Now ain't we bad? An' ain't we Black? An' ain't we Black? An' ain't we bad? An' ain't we bad? An' ain't we Black?

@The Big Wrap Up