You know, my parents, they raised me to be a fighter.

This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force.

[He] went on to tell her that certain work songs made the work a little easier, but that there were others, depending upon the time of day, that dragged a body down, so 'you just gotta be careful with your songs and your hummin' and whatnot.

Even though I grew up as a Sephardic Jew in Brooklyn where we ate Syrian food and went to temple, it was still America.

Written By Isaac Mizrahi

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