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All of my heroes were housewives Smoke a cigarette and pour me some wine Pop me a pill and I'll start to unwind
Plump speckled hen clutched to my chest carried as a child or as some other heavy load. And my husband with the rooster, talons tied - we made such a sight even Tarahumara women laughed
On the back porch looking out of the screen There is beauty that is before my eyes, with The green hills that span miles and miles. A Southern Delicacy
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