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Dada taught me cards.Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.His big belly like a cannon ball.
In the Carribeanat the end of daysun drops suddenlylike a fire ballbehind forested hills
Dada has stories from Calcuttawrapped up in his big belly.When he belched they would unravel.
Little toad little toad mind yourselfmind yourself let me plant my cornplant my corn to feed my horsefeed my horse to run my race – the sea is full of more than I know