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Their dented Dodge sits outside the diner, blue
Oilsmoke clinging to it.
He is angrily bringing his dinner to the table:
And she, whose eyes are fried from some domestic
Tiff, and who is pregnant as a burst fig
Is heading toward the ladies' can.
She turns: she catches me watching: she sniffs & sweeps
On. Her labor will be terrifying, for now
She has me to bear.
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