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I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry The baby to dry I got company to feed The garden to weed I've got shirts to press The tots to dress The can to be cut I gotta clean up this hut Then see about the sick And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine Rain on me, rain Fall softly, dewdrops And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here With your fiercest wind Let me float across the sky 'Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes Cover me with white Cold icy kisses and Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone Star shine, moon glow You're all that I can call my own.
Maya Angelou
Read poems about / on: rain, sunshine, baby, sick, food, star, sky, children, moon, wind, work, sun, woman, ocean, kiss, shopping, women, child
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Martin-elorm Dogbo (10/24/2007 2:44:00 PM)
if i will take the style of writing poems, i will no longer be too much that of wilie shakespeare, but your. that was very good. i love it. and i wil tell you that i already have a similar poem. great work maya. |
Marilyn Lott (5/24/2007 2:13:00 PM)
Delicious, wonderful writing, Maya. I've read most of your autobiographies and have loved every one. I do have questions that were never answered about your brother, Bailey but perhaps I missed one of the books. Love your cookbook and my dear, I love everything about you. Saw you in 1986 and loved you then!
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