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59 Love Oil 1 i saw how they trimmed you down, called you rosie, like a pet dog, and you smiled and called the boy same age as me, Mister, like you calling love. How you grabbed him up from the grass when fire ants took at us in the yard, and you made your face like it was your own feet aflame with sting; and you bawled me down for being such a fool for not knowing no better than to take the boy out into the yard like that, telling me to go get my legs all washed off stead of standing there with my eyes all wet like a fool or something worse. saw how you laid him down and sung your song oiling your palms soothing him like a baby his eyes drinking you in. 60 2 You complain of the arthritis in your legs when the rain gathers over the swamp, and i drive through the fog to find you and fill my hands with sharp Bengay. and i love those legs, mother, love those veins, green on your tender yellow skin, with songs you never sang for me, Mama, with tender i ever felt for you. ...

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