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With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
Gwendolyn Brooks
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Gwendolyn Brooks
Age: 83 †
Born: 1917
Born: June 7
Died: 2000
Died: December 3
Novelist
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Teacher
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Topeka
Kansas
Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks
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