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On Monday there is rain, A mother I wanted to know Smokes Marlboros while We wait for our children, 'The red hair is from her father,' She says, But doesn't mention her own gift My daughter drags her coat, Asks me when will I die 'When I'm done bending,' I say, 'When the final teaching Is to look down And thank the bitter root.'
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
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On Monday there is rain, A mother I wanted to know Smokes Marlboros while We wait for our children, 'The red hair is from her father,' She says, But doesn't mention her own gift My daughter drags her coat, Asks me when will I die 'When I'm done bending,' I say, 'When the final teaching Is to look down And thank the bitter root.'
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
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