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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Morning Baking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grandma, come back, I forgot<br>How much lard for these rolls </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Think you can put yourself in the ground<br>Like plain potatoes and grow in Ohio?<br>I am damn sick of getting fat like you </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Think you can lie through your Slovak?<br>Tell filthy stories about the blood sausage?<br>Pish-pish nights at the virgin in Detroit? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I blame your raising me up for my Slav tongue<br>You beat me up out back, taught me to dance </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'll tell you I don't remember any kind of bread<br>Your wavy loaves of flesh<br>Stink through my sleep<br>The stars on your silk robes </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But I'm glad I'll look when I'm old<br>Like a gypsy dusha hauling milk</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Carolyn+Forch%C3%A9">Carolyn Forché</a></strong></div>