I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother, They send me to eat in the kitchenWhen company comes,But I laugh, And eat well,And grow strong.Tomorrow, I'll be at the tableWhen company comes.Nobody'll dareSay to me, "Eat in the kitchen,"Then.Besides, They'll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed-I, too, am
AmericaThe Language of Literature. McDougall Littel,
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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