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Kristi Merriweather 147 It Was His Movin’ Hands Know what I mean, don’t you just know that feeling of that thing white folks call electricity sparking that think black folks like us call good vibes that gets that funky eyeplay started our smiles manifesting, rebelling against our wishes to appear kool, breezy kind of c-oo-ool, superfly yeah, like that, magick kickin’ in, sirens a-blarin’ peripheral vision gone malfunctioning shoot, it’s obvious we’re losin’ the control game, shamelessly, breakin’ the rules, ah, but what’s deafsista like me gonna do, gonna do with her mind shootin’ up into Milky Way, outta my reach. Gallaudet Book 5/1/02, 9:56 AM 147 ...

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