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“Shadow of the Axe”
Russ Heath
Creepy #79

“Shadow of the Axe”

Russ Heath

Creepy #79

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"St. James Infirmary"

James Booker

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"Trippin on the Sounds"

Jeannie Tracy

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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles, and her name
Mother of Exiles. Exiles.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
Give me your tired, your poor, your tired, poor.

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door,
Give me your tired, your poor, your tired, poor.

From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!"
cries she With silent lips. X3

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
Give me your tired, your poor, your tired, poor.

I lift my lamp up.

"The New Colossus" 
(adapted from Emma Lazarus’ sonnet titled the same)

Forrest Gray Yerman

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"National Defense Blues"

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"Why Did You Do It?"

Elastique

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