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BLACKSON AND BOOK
Deafeningly the sky roars And water from its bowels pours, Chilly turns the sombre night And begins the coldness to bite, Overnight Blackson, impoverished and worn, Reads book, For who masters book not He shall see the sun not In this Blackland torn.
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