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Friday, April 29, 2005
li'l poem
She changes languages
like blouses
frilly or workplace
the clapping fingers
of her words
catch the sun
so the bucket drums
‘I learnt 6/8
in a pipe band …’
we begin in one tongue
and grow out
arterial from the mother
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