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it lay in my palm soft and trembled as a new bird and i thought about authority and how it always insisted on itself, how it was master of the man, how it measured him, never was ignored or denied, and how it promised there would be sweetness if it was obeyed just like the saints do, like the angels and i opened the window and held out my uncupped hand; i swear to god i thought it could fly
Lucille Clifton
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Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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