I cut with the blade, and bite with my might
No baby so I pass on the knife
Another turn infused with concern
Ah he’s the one!
Everyone cheers he’s blessed this year
Providing tamales for those held dear.
On February the second in his abode
I will sit eating tamales until my stomach implodes
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Author:
Magi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2016 04:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Since it's the holidays I'm remembering what was traditionally celebrated in the Mexican culture
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments2
Great write
This has great flow, love it!
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