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Unsuspecting
(26 December 1894 – 30 March 1967 / Washington D.C.)

Unsuspecting

Poem By Jean Toomer

There is a natty kind of mind
That slicks its thoughts,
Culls its oughts,
Trims its views,
Prunes its trues,
And never suspects it is a rind.

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Kill me please please kill me
'' There is a natty kind of mind That slicks its thoughts, [..] And never suspects it is a rind.'' quick-witted.. :) - In Italian: '' C'è un tipo di mente azzimata Che impomata i suoi pensieri, [..] E mai sospetta d'essere una crosta.''
A gemlike poetry doodle.
The rinds I don't mind. It's their behinds I find are behind.


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