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Yet Do I Marvel I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell…
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Please donate https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=ZPEYVFR698EKA https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100012135126607&fref=ts Twitter: https://twitter.com/AgeofReason1 https://www.patreon.com/examinfo?ty=h Richard Wright was born on September 4, 1908, in Roxie, Mississippi, and published…
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American Sonnet (35) by Wanda Coleman boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. this umpteenth time she returns--this invisible woman long…
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Full text: Now Lonergan appears upon the boards, And Truth and Error sheathe their lingual swords. No more in wordy…
Written and read by Wanda Coleman November 13, 1946 -- November 22, 2013
Full text: I saw her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my lover…