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Visions
I have visions of cotton
fields
On the plantations of old
I have visions of the slavery
As their life stories unfold
They worked from daylight
No work went undone
Their backs bent over
Their bodies baked by the sun
Not knowing if they would
live
To see another day
Family separated from each other
Sold as property to many dismay
Freedom often meant death
Many of their stories untold
They still remained proud people
Their bodies strong and bold
They would sing songs in
the fields
Of their many tribulations
Their prayers went up to a God
That changed the visions of a nation
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Double Trouble
There is this young
couple that have a son
He's always out playing and having fun
He seems as happy as he can be
And his grandparents live next door to me.
I saw him one day while
getting my mail
He told me that his name was Kendale
later when I called him Kendale He said, well,
My name is not Kendale, my name is Kendell
I heard him out front
laughing with glee
I thought this kid was trying to make a fool of me
I think he's trying to send me to the looney bin
Because I looked out back and saw him grin
I scratched my head in
dismay you see
How could that kid get in the back ahead of me
He must be able to run faster than I can
And he must be related to Superman.
I talked to his parents
to explain my dilemma you see
I know they didn't know what to think of me
When I told them their son was driving me to the looney bin
They said "Oh , you didn't know he was a twin
Well I guess this
explained the name game
That's what you get when two kids look the same
I was beginning to wonder if my sanity was on the bubble
But I guess I'd just been hit with a dose of double trouble
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