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Texting Dan in Spanish

What could go wrong I have boots on

One feeling bumps into another

The first time I saw a snake and I ran for help but help wasn’t there

After wash day we’d press napkins for the following week

Last summer’s sand fiddler diving into water

I am no stranger to finding food in my bag

You think about your life’s work too much

This is really good I’ll read it now I’ll read it later

These days I can do no wrong

Taking my kids somewhere is a kind of anxiety

Picking all my self-forgiveness off the floor tucking it in my shirt

Soon those dumb father-obsessed ladies will have soup

Architecture of place settings

Upon uncovering my anger I may have found unlimited fear

Bucket of water sweeping cars going by

Mexico City sounds just like that
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