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Cross
Langston Hushes
My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that
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위험해서 장미를 시들게 해 그 생명을 앗아갈 지도 모르는 것이다. Shall I compare thee to a summer`s day? - William Shakespeare
Mirror - Sylvia Plath
Cross - Lanston Hughes
Those Winter Sundays - Robert Hayden
Dreams Deferred - Langston Hughes
The Sick Rose - William Blake
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