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Gwendolyn Brooks, "Tea Real Cool"

 I was playing with the first line of this poem by Gwendolyn Brooks: 

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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