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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.

Langston Hughes

Reach Up Your Hand… and take a star.
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Hands Reach Star
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
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Drink Eat Learning Life Reading Sleep Understand Work
Humor is laughing at what you haven’t got when you ought to have it.
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Laughter Yourself
Looks like what drives me crazy Don’t have no effect on you– But I’m gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.
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Affect Crazy Drive Love Relationship Yourself
Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.
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Eyes Love Mistake Relationship Search Yourself
Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.
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Death Grave Man Peace Victory
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
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Afraid Artist Choice Fear Freedom
If the government can set aside some spot for a elk to be a elk without being bothered, or a buffalo to be a buffalo without being shot down, there ought to be some place where a Negro can be a Negro without being Jim Crowed.
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Animal Be Yourself Equality Government Oppression Place Safety
Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
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Grave Himself Poet Poetry Politics
This morning I paid seventy cents for two little old dried-up slivers of bacon and one cockeyed egg. It took me till noon to get my appetite back.
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Hungry Morning Myself Price
When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.
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Beginning Color Moon Poem Police Stop Talk
Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I’m still pulling.
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Big Life Myself
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
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
Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables.
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Beautiful Book Language People Suffering
Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.
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Home Live Misery Radio Thinking Yourself

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