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That’s All That I Remember

Incident by Countee Cullen (1903 – 1946) Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee, I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small, And he was no whit bigger, And so … Continue reading

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