and i am set a wandering - a wandering
deafened
down twilight tin-can alleys
and moist sounds
"ooo wee, baby, look what you could get if your name
was willie"
oh, to dip your words like snuff.
a laughter, black and streaming
and i am come a being - a being
rounded
up baptist aisles, so moaning
and moist sounds
"bless her heart. take your bed and walk.
you been heavy burdened"
oh, to lick your love like tears.
-maya angelou
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