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Old Hag

“ That’s the old hag with charcoal hair,

Her skin’s a bluish grey

She sits above the fire escape

Every single day

She sings in some old language,

I couldn’t say the name

It sounds like maybe arabic

But she came from Suriname

I hear one time they robbed her,

Took everything she owned.

She just sat outside and sang

The next day,...
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Perfect Wife

She grooves to the beat of her everyday

struggle

from Mondays to Sundays, her cheeks blushed

scarlet.

She's always dancin', cookin' up a whipped

fiasco

with her hips, sitting on the electric beat, riding the wiry

current.

She gives and gives, and thanks.

That's what good wives do.

She sings to the finches, before they awaken

chirping

out a sweet grey dawn song,...
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Raisin

Little calorie eating ticks suck out all of what is plump from my body

Fading away is the life blood of a once curvaceous frame

I wither up, like a sweet golden raisin

I can roll around through the world

As if I rest upon your tongue

Waiting, loungingly, to be crushed between teeth

I'd be a liquid then, so thin, I might evaporate...
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