Often times glamorous
Upon my head
She pours me encomium
Tells me
Your eyes are like
Shrimps full of shrimps"
Dad had cautioned
Countless times
And it was so overwhelming
At her nuance
That she had to stop
That shrimps in my face
Means to afford folks
Beautiful things to eat
Never tire of beautiful spring
Wealth and prosperity
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