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...we sing like flowers  i see

round brown honies giggle at us  the

silly   niggahnessof yr quick light

kisses como fresh  michabalo negro
 
        mi propro  Tito  Puente

          my own rythm section   that petal

    openin every time yr lips  let

love   cada tiempo   yr lips

    let love fall all

over

Sugar Hill.

                   — Ntozaké Shangé,

                   from even though yr sampler

                    broke down on you

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