There is a natty kind of mind
That slicks its thoughts,
Culls its oughts,
Trims its views,
Prunes its trues,
And never suspects it is a rind.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Jean Toomer's poem Unsuspecting

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  1. Jenny says:

    Very nice.

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