The Golden Stars
Tis’ Maytime and the joys of life are green.
Thro’ the bleak winter they were stripped and bare,
Their leaves were blown afield, you were not there… 553 more words
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WEDNESDAY, MAY 20, 2015
A century and a half later, black America is still living in the shadow of the antebellum South…
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Published on 23 Apr 2015
On Reality Asserts Itself, Mr.