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This was written by a black gentleman in Texas........
Colored Folks When U Black, U Black. When I was born, I was BLACK , When I grew up, I was BLACK , When I went in the sun, I stayed BLACK, When I got cold, I was BLACK , When I was scared, I was BLACK , When I was sick, I was BLACK , And when I die, I'll still be BLACK , NOW, You 'white' folks.... When you're born, you're PINK, When you grow-up, you're WHITE , When you go in the sun, you get RED, When you're cold, you turn BLUE, When you're scared, you're YELLOW, When you get sick, you're GREEN When you bruise, you turn PURPLE , And when you die, you look GRAY. So who y'all be callin' COLORED Folks?
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- The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but obtainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. Lucky Jack - .......The Surprise is not old; no one would call her old. She has a bluff bow, lovely lines. She's a fine seaboat: weatherly, stiff and fast, very fast, if she's well handled. No, she's not old; she's in her prime. 85' Wellcraft 20 Fisherman "Guale Girl" 1979 Alumnacraft 14 - STILL got holes in it 2006 WS Tarpon160f - "Mudd Butt" |
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