Best Mak Poems

We think them plentiful, like jumping shrimp and tiny crabs:
These mak hung, these chilies, the base for padaek.
The mouth waters with even a mention.

Every heart of Laos knows it well.
Cross oceans and mountains, battlefield and basement,
Oz or Kyrgyzstan, Modesto or Nashville, Phoenix or Pakse.

Meet anyone...

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My name is Mak 
And I'm on the attack
I do a little dance
Then I have a little snack

I'm a boy
And this is my joy
I shake my booty
And I chew on my toy

I love to swing
Mommy helps me sing
Every single day
I'm just doin' my thing...

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