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Them Blues


I've got blues Them ole crazy blues Them ole crazy blues won't leave me alone I've sat here and I've cried I've sat here and I've moaned If it wasn't for my man I wouldn't have these blues He up and left me for that prostitute down the side of the road I'll show him I'll show him when I jump out this window and my body is beaten and my bones are broken and my blood is spilling down Renaissance Avenue. 
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Zizi16

Hey Guys. I actually wanna be a writer when I grow up and I also post on wattpad. My username is TheWritingWizard 16 in case you wanna check it out. Also struggle with depression and anxiety along with seizures. I love jazz music and I really love the Harlem Renaissance. Those like Langston Hughes or Nora Zeale Hurston

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