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{SPEAKER name="Speaker 2"}

ohhhhhh, you said so many things that I believe
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and I never got them even bending down on my knees.
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The church while worship you burn that to the ground and even burn the little school house down.
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You hung my father and my brother too then you raped my mama and my sister when you were through.
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It just ain't no burden too heavy to put on my back
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you don't call me a man because I'm black
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yes, this is my birthplace but I be damned if I can call it home
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and now I want to change this just a little bit, to help your mind
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thank you, thank you, thank you [[applause]] thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Now ladies and gentlemen, I know there among you some who had a lover in the service,
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some was lost in the service and uh but this is not the Christmas season however
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this is how this poem taken place, it was during the Christmas seasons, I myself was a soldier in the second world war.
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The title of this poem is "My saddest Experience".
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You know the saddest experience that I've ever had
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it was on one Christmas Day a mother with three of her small children were kneeling down to pray
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and near them was a dying infant and I, a soldier, stood by--