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Winking Ann Richards
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10 W I N K I N G a N N R I C H a R D s Couldn’t show up in a polite limo at the capitol rotunda— had to rumble in like laughter, like hilarity, on your silver Harley, your silver hair high and laughing. My salty, sober sister, you were still funny whisky-free, swinging your tom Delay piñata. your winking face, wrinkling face of texas charmed Molly, Willie, lyle, lily, lizzie, saluted all their ballsy shit-kicking. Poor George, silver foot. We stomped our feet, cheered your confetti-sprinkled hair. Roll out that Baptist pallet, Birdlegs, and tell us how the cow ate the cabbage. ...