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Children swing from big oak trees,
from lengths of rope in Summer's breeze,
flying free to catch the water,
rich man's, poor man's, son or daughter.
Apples too, and blossoms cherry,
swing upon their branches merry,
throughout our country's history,
without a shame or mystery.
And yet without one eye flinching,
ropes and trees still used for lynching
our own country's women...
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