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Mami sewed dresses with a knee-pedal Singer,
cooked arroz-con-pollo in a blackened cauldron,
and formed footprints rain could not pat down.
...

I watched you shave at seven this morning.
A cushion of lather whitened your jaw.
The belly of March was engorged with spring,
and the lure of sleep no longer cajoled.
...

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Sevenling (Flight Of The Wheat Whiskrs)

Mami sewed dresses with a knee-pedal Singer,
cooked arroz-con-pollo in a blackened cauldron,
and formed footprints rain could not pat down.

She gave me an 8h of her soul,
her thirst for a fluid pen,
and her God.

My scarecrows are dressed in her designs.

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