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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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THE LIABILITY
Old Uncle Mose was explaining in detail High finance to his friend Mr. Quail, "An asset am this," said old Uncle Mose Pointing with pride to his tattered clothes; "It's what you have, and what you got— Cash in hand and on the spot, And a liability am what you owe— And you have no money for that debt to show; It am just like a chicken, that you want to borrow And liability says come around to morrow." "Am that a liability?" says suspicious Mr. Quail. "If that's a liability so am the jail." |
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THE MENU
The African Methodist Episcopal churches
Were having a picnic on the birches,
And Rastus Johnson to show his friends
His razor from his hip unbends;
An officer saw the hostile act
And thought a row was on in fact,
So without his intervention
He thought it best to simply mention
The menu of the eats done say
No smoked beef or hash today. |
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