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In those days, Betty Crockeralways called for sifted flour, and soin homes across America, women sifted.When my mother's mother turnedthe wobbly red knob,…
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Five first crocuses burst into bird-brilliant bloomand suddenly everything flies: behind a carascraps of paper rise, two from a flock, startled dumb.Some…
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Wow!was written in the duston the beside table.The dawn and I blushed togetheras your spurschingedaround the kitchenas you started the fire.I stretched…
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Henry Real Bird talks about Crow Indian culture and reads poems from his new collection, Wolf Teeth. He also sings a poem.About Henry Real Bird's…