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 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 I smiled, but he poked out His tongue, and called me, "Nigger.
" I saw the whole of Balimore From May until December; Of all the things that happened there That's all that I remember.

by Countee Cullen
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