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Manuelzinho

Rating: 2.9

[Brazil. A friend of the writer is speaking.]


Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)—
a sort of inheritance; white,
in your thirties now, and supposed
to supply me with vegetables,
but you don't; or you won't; or you can't
get the idea through your brain—
the world's worst gardener since Cain.

Titled above me, your gardens
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Sidney Pratt 04 July 2009

Besides being a wonderful poem, this is an accurate picture of the men who did odd jobs around the neighborhood in the 50´s and 60´s.

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M Asim Nehal 13 September 2018

SO long poem to read.

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