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Louie is sitting at the table,
eating his breakfast of dried
mice and beans,
a delicacy amongst the cats of
Mexico,
and I am doing
dishes in the shower,
Frijole soap
foaming,
Lemon soda signal
roaming;
The sun is combing the streets
like golden
Hair,
searching for a shadow,
and I am limping like
A prayer,
drinking a lemonade
Volcano;
I feel alright if not quite
Bueno,
but even though I've
Tried,
I can not find the open
Mind,
or
Love
within the gringo
Lexicon,
but no matter mutt I must
Remember
that my home is in the
Sky,
and never to cry
In front of the Mexicans
10.8.26
