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The first black man I ever saw Came up the stairs from my front door There were two of them and they were tall with Dad behind they filled the hall Carrying bags that were bigger’ n me And I was three feet four They slept that night in my big bed An I slept with mum an’ dad instead The next day they went off to war But I never forgot the night before When they sat and ate and laughed at me Timidly touching his face

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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