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Get Lit Players bring poetry's emotions to other L.A. teenagers

For as long as he can remember, Dario Serrano's life was all screeching tires and echoing gunshots, babies' cries and barking dogs, a symphony, as he puts it, of "hood rats and gangsters," of "vatos vatos and payasos" -- dudes and numskulls, loosely translated.

By Scott Gold

February 20, 2009

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