She even thinks that up in heaven
her class lies late and snores
While young black cherubs rise at seven
to do celestial chores
The poem, For a Lady I Know, is by Countee Cullen.
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Post Edited (09-07-04 15:03)
The author of this poem is Countee Cullen--the third line should read, while poor black cherubs rise at seven
I'm sorry, I omitted the title, it's For A Lady I Know. For my friend Les, it's Mr. Cullen.
Gottcha, thanks for the info. Mulebone.