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 by BOKE
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TPF / FRAGMENT {1 of 12} -- by BOKE

{TPF_5_01} RIGHT DOWN THE STREET from grandpa's two-swing porch

{TPF_5_02} AND BACK "MIGHT NEAR" A CENTURY from now...

{TPF_5_03} "The village by the railroad" lit a torch

{TPF_5_04} or two -- a thousand -- 'cause (it's told) somehow ...

 
{TPF_5_05} ... Jim -- "copper-colored Negro" -- got the nerve

{TPF_5_06} to pistol-pack and cool three rude whites' tough.

{TPF_5_07} Some say he'd been Up North, went 'round a curve

{TPF_5_08} "good Negroes" shouldn't go 'round ... to ENOUGH.

 
{TPF_5_09} The mob that came a lookin' found his mom,

{TPF_5_10} pulled hard a rope around her neck: "Your son?!"

{TPF_5_11} She told, instead of die. With "Uncle Tom!"

{TPF_5_12} they mocked her. (No, she didn't have a gun.)

 
{TPF_5_13} When they found Jim, they chained him to a tree

{TPF_5_14} and fried him with hot irons for all to see.