She made love to all the little fishes, slipping them through her fingers
From mi yeye deh a mi knee she sang to all the black nosed creatures
Learning their names by hearing their voices, what can this un do? Fo mi?
Slow tings burnin’
Hot tides breakin’ on science
As he walked toward her
As if he would govern
Her ownliness, her balm yard
Fo’ cri! She laugh out loud
Dis one tink he Cortez !
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