7

now every time i brush my hair i think of

spell #7

lucky no. 7

million seven hundred seventy seven thousand seven hundred and seventy seventh time i pass the tines of a comb

through my lions mane as daddy calls it and everything will be alright

nary a tangle ever again

manuscripts will fall out of my head as they oughta

there is not a woman in this family

on either side as far as i am aware

whose hands have known a minute of peace

we cannot lay still or the devil gets in us.

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