A'TALKIN
I was slighted and looked aside, and all the
angels from Heaven descended. 'From men'
they denied. I scant looked back but walked
away - two Magnolia trees blooming, some
songbird singing. I opened my old white book
to John Brown pages : 'John Brown's body
lies a'moulding' was all I read. Freight train
just then rolled by - like an old blues man's
grave on some open grassy plain. All I heard
was the sad refrain, some slave man's plaint,
some gypsy train. So sad, so tired, I
walked.
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