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Fermin el BalbotinThey look out from the terrace. / At the borders of sight / live rocky hills behind brown
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In the end loving myselfI miss the late night drives, / With you by my side- / I miss the late night skies,
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drunk poetry #2I just want to walk over yellow leaves, / red leaves too, / watch their damp fabric crinkle under my heavy steps,
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Second BestIt's not a feeling I understand / I feel I'm the best she ever had / And when she's with a new lad
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Claude McKay was a Jamaican writer and poet. He was a communist in his early life, but after a visit to the Soviet Union, decided that communism was too disciplined and confining. McKay was involved in the Harlem Renaissance and wrote three novels: Home to Harlem (1928), a best-seller which won the Harmon Gold Award f...

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