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Christopher (talk | contribs) (Changed claim: dedication statement transcription (P21): [1] dedication | as i grow older, | i see him; | i see in him the strength | out of which i come: | grew up not really knowing him well. | on the way to becoming blue collar | middleclass, | i/he/we became lost | between six day factory | work week and little league. | when i was a baby | a factory accident | destroyed one of his eyes. | red circle moons call to mind | his blurring survivor.) |
Christopher (talk | contribs) (Created claim: dedication statement transcription (P21): [2] i could never understand my mother's pained look, | him coming home late, | food cold, him | tumbling into gin-milled sleep...| but Christmases were always good. | i reaped the sweet sweat of his dreams. | i remember seeing him cry once.) |
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[2] i could never understand my mother's pained look, | him coming home late, | food cold, him | tumbling into gin-milled sleep...| but Christmases were always good. | i reaped the sweet sweat of his dreams. | i remember seeing him cry once. | |||
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1984 Lotus Press, Inc. Edition
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1984 Lotus Press, Inc. Edition |
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COLLAGE | Poems | by | Mwatabu Okantah | [ornamentation] | Detroit | LOTUS PRESS | 1984
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Copyright © 1984 | by Mwatabu Okantah
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Printed in the United States of America
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[1] dedication | as i grow older, | i see him; | i see in him the strength | out of which i come: | grew up not really knowing him well. | on the way to becoming blue collar | middleclass, | i/he/we became lost | between six day factory | work week and little league. | when i was a baby | a factory accident | destroyed one of his eyes. | red circle moons call to mind | his blurring survivor.
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[2] i could never understand my mother's pained look, | him coming home late, | food cold, him | tumbling into gin-milled sleep...| but Christmases were always good. | i reaped the sweet sweat of his dreams. | i remember seeing him cry once.
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