Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SICK BED BLUES, by PEETIE WHEATSTRAW

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SICK BED BLUES, by            
First Line: When I left [home] : my little girl was sick and in the bed
Last Line: I *never did mind though* : ooo well now when all your *gold* is gone
Subject(s): African Americans - Song And Music; Blues (music)

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