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Слушать(AI)To A Brown Girl
What if his glance is bold and free,
His mouth the lash of whips?
So should the eyes of lovers
And so a lovers lips.
What if no puritanic
Confines him to the nice?
He will not pass this way or
Or hunger for you twice.
Since in the end consort
Magdalen and Mary,
Youth is the time for careless weather;
Later lass, be wary.
Now try Cullen's "To a Brown Boy"
Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, pa
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