If I took a walk through your garden, what would I see? Told Mama I forgave her, she turned and said, “Forgive? Girl, what ever do you mean? ‘Tuh. For what could you possibly forgive me?!” It is the first day of month seven and I keep forgettin’ to bring an umbrella every time I step out Even if I did, I’d probably hold it upside down the way men tell you to turn frowns In an effort to catch all the blessings (angelito manifestations; silver linings courier service) falling to us from the sky It is the first day of July It’s ok, Mama, don’t cry.
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