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Question [1]


              When the old junk man Death
              Comes to gather up our bodies
              And toss them into the sack of oblivion,
              I wonder if he will find
              The corpse of a white multi-millionaire
              Worth more pennies of eternity,
              Than the black torso of
              A Negro cotton-picker






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