Xandrix Baluyot (2/20/2007 10:55:00 PM)
Willy, my old friend. I'm afraid you're mistaken, yet again... but I forgive you. And a poem is something like what Mr. Baca, a poet, made. The following is one of my favorite quotes from his poem 'Green Chile':
'I prefer...my eggs and potatoes for breakfast... in the wind... licking the breeze.'
Oh, and:
'But grandmother loves... sweating over the stove...for a dollar a bag...'
Those quotes really capture the true meaning of the poem, in my opinion.
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