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She was a blue singer
Had fourteen children on the porch
With slack breasts around her waist
Under her cotton shift

She sang, blew herself up
With thin ankles neat
Like a fat billow, a balloon
She flew away

High above the town she flew

Her children ran after her
With pins to bring her down
She opened her mouth and tried
To sing before she died

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