Cotton rows crisscross the world

And dead-tired nights of yearning

Thunderbolts on leather strops

And all my body burning



Sugar cane reach up to God

And every baby crying

Shame a blanket of my night

And all my days are dying - Maya Angelou

"Cotton rows crisscross the world And dead-tired nights of yearning Thunderbolts on leather strops And all my body burning Sugar cane reach up to God And every baby crying Shame a blanket of my night And all my days are dying"

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