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144 Love Marrow 3 In times Of drought And kissing famines You Irrigate down Lip juice Into my lone sole dimple And seven stubborn chin hairs Are the crop That grows I come From a farmer’s daughter An empty well Sits in my cheek And in the country No such thing As turning sideways Jaw to sky Waiting to catch Just anything That falls In times Of drought And kissing famines You know 145 Exactly what you need You know Ain’t but one store Always open For business ...

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