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Preacher Dont Send Me

Preacher, don't send mewhen I dieto some big ghettoin the skywhere rats eat catsof the leopard typeand Sunday brunchis grits and tripe.

I've known those ratsI've seen them killand grits I've hadwould make a hill,or maybe a mountain,so what I needfrom you on Sundayis a different creed.

Preacher, please don'tpromise mestreets of goldand milk for free.

I stopped all milkat four years oldand once I'm deadI won't need gold.

I'd call a placepure paradisewhere families are loyaland strangers are nice,where the music is jazzand the season is fall.

Promise me thator nothing at all.

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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, thr…

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