I am from quilts, from Hershey's Kisses, and nicotine
I am from the cul-de-sac beside the tracks
tough, sunny, smelling of chlorine
I am from the crab apple trees with tart treats
from the grass burned in a lightning storm
I am from Dewey beach and long toes, from Sheaffers
Monicks, and Tews
I am from the quaintness and belligerence.
From "cry til the cows
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