of Gwendolyn Brooks' "We Real Cool"
There is no way I can pull this off. So I'm going to mess around with repetition, recycling one word throughout the improv'.
Sunday sinks into the back pew
like a sinner. Sunday left his wife
waiting in a checkout line. Sunday
lied to his family about that money.
Sunday stole a blind man's blues.
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