The pool players. Seven at the golden shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
by Gwendolyn Brooks
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How beautiful is poetry. All our lives we think "How ordinary. How boring. How lifeless is the story I live." In all actuality however, how beautiful. How inspiring. How unimaginable." Life is poetry and poetry is life. So live your poetry, dwell in your proverb, and love it!
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