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			Chattel Dance
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			They walk off, past forgotten memories of standpipe fights, when people bickered over borrowed sugar and just whose cow ate the field. The blackbird pecks again beside the man whose mind is caught in rumshop tricks; then the bird flies off, high above the fields of sugarcane. He heads directly toward the sun; far below, illusions fade to the drip drip drip of a standpipe leak.
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