Delores Mireles
1907-1923
I gushed forth eight months after his death,
My natural father, a rascal named Roscoe.
My mother, next to me here,
Shall remain unnamed and acquitted,
Even in anonymous death,
For she was not innocent, nor he,
That brazen wolf who found his sniffing way,
Through sneaky vines and groping flowers,
Their brazen squealing passage to mad love,
Of strange probing games in...
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