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Sep 2019
My mom taught me to clean the beans
            seemingly hundreds all on the counter,
            a delicious rain
               as they fall.
Find the "Bad" ones
                              the rocks,
                              the ugly,
I am power,
       I decide,
           just for awhile.
Cleaning beans meant
                   my mom would make
                                   my favorites
   stuffed sopapillas,
                      tostadas,
the timeless and classic bean and cheese burrito.
The beans take all **** day to cook...
                                      they taught me
                                                    Patience.
Jeremy Rascon
Written by
Jeremy Rascon  Las Cruces NM
(Las Cruces NM)   
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     annh and Shiv Pratap Pal
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