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Jun 11
I was born with a Woolworth’s spoon in my mouth
not for me a silver stem and bowl
because my mother was a practical kind of soul
she fed us and she clothed us,
and she never forgot to love us,
then she taught us we were just as good
as the cutlery above us
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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       Anais Vionet, Jason and Carlo C Gomez
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