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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.

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In the Carribean
at the end of day
sun drops suddenly
like a fire ball
behind forested hills

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Dada has stories from Calcutta
wrapped up in his big belly.
When he belched they would unravel.

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Little toad little toad mind yourself
mind yourself let me plant my corn
plant my corn to feed my horse
feed my horse to run my race – the sea is full of more than I know