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and we danced and danced and danced,
the Charleston and those other dances,
I can’t remember their names now,
danced until
he stormed out that night,
I’m not even sure what we was fussin’ over now,
I can still see his red hair,
the dance of sunlight on it.
I cried and cried and went back to work,
that was it, wasn’t it,
that I would not stop working,
that I had to support myself
now what kind of animal does that,
I know we didn’t come from no monkeys,
but those children sure enough
did look like the goats
that pulled their cart up our lane
back when we moved out to the farm the year after
Henry died
Henry came into the factory one day,
he was one of the owners,
been married once to a woman barren and mean,
but she’d been dead for years,
and the child they’d adopted
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