no language, just sound...
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10.10.09
by Gwendolyn Brooks.
This is my favourite poem. To me it is a brilliant representation of youth.
We real cool. We
Left school.
We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight.
We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin.
We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
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