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.
This is another poem that sounds great when read aloud. Try it, or listen to Gwendolyn Brooks read it herself.
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