Good good is olive oil pudding
Wrapped round my fingers
Twisting my son's hair
His locks long to his neck
Thick and worm in my palm
He sits beneath me on the floor
While mother, uncle and cousin
Talk and watch television
We love these days
When we drive to visit family
Just to twist hair
Watch movie
Hear story
Pet dog
Remember we belong
Somewhere
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