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| Maya Angelou |
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| Harlem Hopscotch | ||||
| One foot down, then hop! Itīs hot. Good things for the ones thatīs got. Another jump, now to the left. Everybody for himself. In the air, now both feet down. Since you black, donīt stick around. Food is gone, the rent is due. Curse and cry and then jump two. All the people out of work, Hold for three, then twist and jerk. Cross the line, they count you out. Thatīs what hoppingīs all about. Both feet flat, the game is done. They think I lost, I think I won. |
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