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                                         All you Spanish Ladies             
Carmencita’s tawny paps
glow through a threadbare frock;
stance bold, and her look.
Filth guards her chastity.
                                 Ay de mi chica!                   

Lips salty, her hair
matted, powdered with ash;
sweat sublimes from her armpit
when the young men go past

seeking silk and elaborate
manners and strange scent.
She turns to sigh,
lifting her hem to pick a louse from her thigh.
                                  Ay de mi muchachita!           


 =Chris Daniels