O Mother Race! to thee I bring This pledge of faith unwavering, This tribute to thy glory. I know the pangs which thou didst feel, When Slavery crushed thee wit...
The wind whispered some words to me In a language so elegant I cannot describe I felt oddly sad sad and oddly in glee But the words forever on my heart I inscri...
His talent truly matched The hero with the regal name. Orange was his choice in color Basketball - his favorite game. For just a few bright years Exciteme...
Cheyenne maybe of Chile is like a lady, but acts silly Can be of a dragon with fury in a second In green dress when fresh When in red dress on the spot Very ...
A child of the sixties, wild and free, And Rod McKuen, meant the world to me. I grew up with Creedence, and a band named Bread, The Vietnam war, always in my ...
