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Countee Cullen - The Unknown ColorCountee Cullen - The Unknown Color
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I`ve often heard my mother say, When great winds blew across the day, And, cuddled close and out of sight, The young pigs squealed with sudden fright Like something speared or javelined, "Poor little pigs, they see the wind."
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