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Felipe Puts down his Blower - Sept. 11, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 10
  • 1 min read

Sometimes I drive streets and

hand out my mangoes to those

with thankless jobs or none at all

 

Oh wow, Gracias!

 

It’s almost embarrassing when

they go overboard in gratitude

for nothing that will affect their lives

 

just a few seconds to swoon

inside a memory of happier days

 

when life dreamed

only sweet things

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

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