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There’s that story again. The same one we were talking about the other day. Remember? The one that had you tapping on the glass like it was a tambourine and the jokes you made regarding the weather and drug addicts and homeless people. Did they know how to swim
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Then I remember America's poets. We have this thing, America's poets do. Maya taught me that. We share it. She read Edgar Allan Poe and called him EAP (rhymes with creep). Maya told me, see? After the first line of hers I ever read, she was