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After the Rain
by Sarah Myles Spencer
I opened my breast and out came my daughter.
I opened my daughter and out came last spring.
I opened last spring and out came my father.
I opened my father and out came a red bird.
I opened the red bird and out came my son.
I opened my son and out came a rainstorm.
I opened the rainstorm and out came my mother.
I opened my mother and out came a lemon drop.
I opened the lemon drop and out came a piano.
I opened the piano and out came my other breast.
I opened my breast and out came your neck.
I opened your neck and out came a chrysalis.
I opened the chrysalis and out came four hands.
I opened the hands and out came a decision.
After the Rain
by Sarah Myles Spencer
I opened my breast and out came my daughter.
I opened my daughter and out came last spring.
I opened last spring and out came my father.
I opened my father and out came a red bird.
I opened the red bird and out came my son.
I opened my son and out came a rainstorm.
I opened the rainstorm and out came my mother.
I opened my mother and out came a lemon drop.
I opened the lemon drop and out came a piano.
I opened the piano and out came my other breast.
I opened my breast and out came your neck.
I opened your neck and out came a chrysalis.
I opened the chrysalis and out came four hands.
I opened the hands and out came a decision.
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