Theres a poem that I LOVE that gets stuck in my head from time to time. It is by the poet Gwendolyn Brooks.
We Real Cool
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.
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