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Pat the bunny, the shadows

are long, sometimes I can’t


always find whomever I’m

looking for. Or whoever. I get


those mixed up. See, you

were an aunt to me. Though


I come from a different womb,

different time, different world,


all that you praised is still here,

like this child that you helped


raised though you didn’t know

it. Come, feel daddy’s scratchy face.