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Good Evening, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Trilling The Treble And Twining The Bass Into Midnight Ruffles Of Cat-gut Lace.

A Dog Gets Lonesome Just Like A Human. He Wants To Associate With Other Dogs, But When They Take Him Out, The Poor Dog Is On A Leash And Cannot Run Around.

Life Is For The Living. Death Is For The Dead. Let Life Be Like Music. And Death A Note Unsaid.

Well, When Christ Comes Back This Time, I Hope He Comes Back Mad His Own Self. I Hope He Drives The Jim Crowers Out Of Their High Places, Every Living Last One Of Them From Washington To Texas.

I Tire So Of Hearing People Say, Let Things Take Their Course. Tomorrow Is Another Day. I Do Not Need My Freedom When I'm Dead. I Cannot Live On Tomorrow's Bread.