I want to see the stars in Argentina I want to taste the water from Egypt I want to look at the leopards in Zimbabwe I want to hold the children in China I want to taste the sugar from Cuba I want to look at the fields in Russia I want to have a belly laugh I want to touch someone I want to live without regret I want to live
A sheep first shorn in the Spring Bare & afraid But pleased Having never been before shorn, Then the Lamb Lead to a Slaughter What beautiful eyes you have, Caretaker Then the Leopard The littlest of four Solitary Unlucky But what a jaw, Momma.
A favored enemy A dear friend worthy of hatred Both the jury declaring "Guilty" And the defense attorney Everything that is required Nothing that is needed With the knowing touch of a Mother Calming the worst of fears In the next moment striking without restraint Giving that which cannot be rightfully accepted Demanding that which cannot truthfully be given A poison of deception A disease
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