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Family Secrets


He drenched us in razor grass smiles,
That cut our hands and made us lame,
Unable to run from his mad rule.

The oranges drop fruit too soon;
Around here, all matures early —
No one asks anyone why that is.

Or ‘bout things hidden under beds
Or in the cupboards under quilts
And none of this stank to anyone?

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