If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Tuesday, February 25, 2014

'A Song I Sing Often and Quietly to Myself', or, 'Lament of an Old White Slave'.

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Damn my nigger hands
done built a wall round the Promised Land,
I ain't never gonna climb try hard as I can,
Damn my nigger hands
 

                                                  
                      
                              

4 comments:


  1. do you have any idea about how many times you have hit on your thumb in your life?

    stephanie

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  2. I often make my own lyrics to the tune of popular songs that would make me very unpopular indeed, but it helps cope with the humdrum shit in life!

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  3. Those hands are meant for working and that's just what they'll do...

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