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When I was bornI was a familiar,a black cat, Satan’s favourite form.
A plant called loveA plant called hate
I grew them both in my garden.The plant called love was hard work.
We don' have a Springtime like some folkWho live in dem colder place,but we have a time when de soft rain come,an' tease open de seedcaseo' de poincianna and de trumpet tree,
We turn our faces up and jiggle thirty toes,Morse-coding longing with our restless beat.When will it come?Shepherds on the first Nativity, we scan the skiesand huddle,
This morning I've got too much energymuch too much for geography
I'm in a high moodso class don't think me crudebut you can stuff latitude and longitude
Song-bird shut dem mout' an lissen,Church bell don't bother to ring,All de little stream keep quietWhen mi Granny sing.