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Sunning. There is sun. All right. [applause] this past saturday at the farmers market. An african brother shoved a basket of boysenberies as if paying a debt they bleed on our finger tips the man smiles proper his hand a gift says too complicated we buy 9 dollars in cherries quite and red and spotd and sweet and sour too, flavors turning in our ouths anxious as Police Lights we trip over the sister pushing a baby carriage. We know her but couldnt pull her name from nothing. Baby sleeping cheeks soft with petals. 3 year old son digs into our kettle corn sack. Later. Fish tacos for her. Him layian curry chicken for me. Watching children bounce in the fountain. Pickled cool in water, giggles going off like chinese fire crackers. Tiny teeth grudge mashing. 5 you want to Fried Chicken bites so golden brown. Pity another poor mother her catfish, mango shake shook every wrchlt the little girl on the straw never blinked channelling opiuman cesters through the ecstasy of fruit sures. This is us
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Feathers singing. There is sun. There is a snake on the pass sunning. There is sun. All right. [applause] this past saturday at the farmers market. An african brother shoved a basket of boysenberies as if paying a debt they bleed on our finger tips the man smiles proper his hand a gift says too complicated we buy 9 dollars in cherries quite and red and spotd and sweet and sour too, flavors turning in our ouths anxious as Police Lights we trip over the sister pushing a baby carriage. We know her but couldnt pull her name from nothing. Baby sleeping cheeks soft with petals. 3 year old son digs into our kettle corn sack. Later. Fish tacos for her. Him layian curry chicken for me. Watching children bounce in the fountain. Pickled cool in water, giggles going off like chinese fire crackers. Tiny teeth grudge mashing. 5 you want to Fried Chicken bites so golden brown. Pity another poor mother her catfish, mango shake shook every wrchlt the little girl on the straw never blinked channelling o