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These Sacks
she would shock
she would offend
but in the end
make simple her thoughts
a straight shot of whiskey
her anatomy and more
momma' say
these sacks
this bosom she tell it
took boy-childs to men
took those hands and taught them
to answer the demands
of society and love
one day brother say
you blush me momma'
when you say
that thing you say
what's that you say
momma's eyes surf the room
washing ashore upon daddy's face
then momma' smiled as if to say
oh yes, these sacks
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Ricky Muse
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