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27 Turtle Island Poem Number Eleven dearest when blowing conch remember anything hide your teeth except where chewing notes a drop of olive oil doesn’t hurt or skin music is sacred but a clean one is just as meeting of minds, his conch and somewhere yours so it helps to be an artist and intellectual it your tongue is the wave all surfers your lips are as interesting as la belle hum your throat is a very and breathe ...

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