Perhaps I Am Just A Coward Who

God Took Pattern After A Pine Tree And Built You Noble.

My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes Of Doubt.

For Four Hundred Years The Blacks Of Haiti Had Yearned For Peace. For Three Hundred Years The Island Was Spoken Of As A Paradise Of Riches And Pleasures, But That Was In Reference To The Whites To Whom The Spirit Of The Land Gave Welcome. Haiti Has Meant Split Blood And Tears For Blacks.

The Spirit Of The Marriage Left The Bedroom And Took To Living In The Parlor.

Every Tub Sits On Its Bottom.