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The Sharecropper May Lower His Eyes, But Not Because He's Less Of A Man. That's Just A Condition Of Society That Such Things Exist.

I Write With As Much Objectivity As I Can.

And That's All We Are Jefferson, All Of Us On This Earth, A Piece Of Drifting Wood. Until We - Each Of Us, Individually- Decide To Become Something Else. I Am Still That Piece Of Drifting Wood, And Those Out There Are No Better. But You Can Be Better.

...my Heart May Have Been In It But My Soul Was Not.

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