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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Telephone Poem By Nikki Giovanni

Cans and Strings and backyard trees
iggles coming through the wire
Summer, mud pies, lemonade stands
Hang Up No You Hang Up First

Potatoes must be piled mile high
Then you add the leaves
Daddies always light the fires
Hang Up No You Hang Up First

Marriage Children Divorces Jobs
Ambitions eat your days away
Girls I miss our silly times
Hang Up No You Hang Up First
Posted by Hillary at 4:38 PM

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      • My Poems
      • A Summer Love Poem By Nikki Giovanni
      • Love Is By Nikki Giovanni
      • And I Have You By Nikki Giovanni
      • My Dad
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      • My Mom
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      • Mirror By Sylvia Plath
      • Life for My Child is Simple By Gwendolyn Brooks
      • Any Human to Another By Countee Cullen
      • A Black Man Talks of Reaping By Arna Bontemps
      • I, Too By Langston Hughes
      • Harlem By Langston Hughes
      • If We Must Die By Claude McKay
      • Elevator Music By Henry Taylor
      • Subterranean Homesick Blues By Bob Dylan
      • My City By James Weldon Johnson
      • Adolescence-III By Rita Dove
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      • Telephone Poem By Nikki Giovanni
      • About Wendy Cope
      • The Orange By Wendy Cope
      • About Robert Frost
      • Neither Out Far Nor In Deep By Robert Frost
      • Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost
      • Dust of Snow By Robert Frost
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