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Everything there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on your old soul.

Langston Hughes

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.
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Dog Human Prison Run
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
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Death Life Live Music Note
Money and art are far apart.
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Art Money One Liner
Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead.
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Death Poet Word Yourself
LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY! True anyhow no matter how many Liars use those words.
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Democracy Freedom Liberty True Word
Reach Up Your Hand… and take a star.
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Hands Reach Star
Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro – and beautiful!
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Acceptance Beautiful Black Myself Self Love White
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
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Deep Growth River Soul
There’s a certain amount of traveling in a dream deferred.
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Dreams Lost Travel
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left.
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Corner Run Yourself
The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.
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Blood Past Sorrow Tomorrow True
Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.
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Fortune Hell Summer Taste Winter Yourself
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
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Hard Time Life Myself Struggle
Road’s in front o’ me, Nothin’ to do but walk.
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Myself Road Walk
If you want to honor me, give some young boy or girl who’s coming along trying to create arts and write and compose and sing and act and paint and dance and make something out of the beauties of the Negro race-give that child some help.
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Beautiful Children Help Honor Man Race Respect Woman Writing Young
Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.
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Hands Hold On Yourself

Everything there is but lovin’ leaves a rust on your old soul.

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