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Duende I can't remember her name. It's not as though I've been in bed with that many women. The truth is I can't even remember her face. I kind of know how strong her thighs were, and her beauty. But what I won't forget is the way she tore open the barbecued chicken with her hands, and wiped the grease on her breasts.

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Jack Gilbert
Age: 87 †
Born: 1925
Born: February 28
Died: 2012
Died: November 13
Poet
Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
Even
Forget
Breasts
Kind
Faces
Bed
Way
Strong
Name
Tore
Hands
Open
Wiped
Truth
Beauty
Grease
Remember
Names
Thighs
Women
Face
Chicken
Many
Though
Chickens

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