University of North Carolina Chapel Hill - Yackety Yack Yearbook (Chapel Hill, NC)

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We are the throng of frost bitten noses — the unsipped hud — the burnt out fiher We play at life — a full house — wild deuces all — some may win this game of hearts We are the army of cold knees, spitting fires — torn pages, underscored Our song — sung through Bibled windows — and thick chapped lips of black men Night slinks through branches ribs So Walks the eye of Dei through the chained songs of concrete and slush pools — while todays and yesterdays are swept in neat piles and journals speak of tomorrows. SZ

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We are llie liuslied chuckle — the convulsive spurt — the silence between thought and word — the chip-toothed shadows on crusted white Our heart, the harbor of May dreams, like seeds forgotten beneath the snow Our pulse, clean beat of leather globe on Woollen ' s court From the linked arms of moon and dawn we come in twos, whispering, crying in threes and fours around bare trees of night — sipping coffee ' s black. Page 19

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