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Saurian, scaly America coiled around vegetable growth, around the flagpole erected in the swamp: you nursed terrible children with poisonous serpent's milk, torrid cradles incubated and covered a bloodthirsty progeny with yellow clay.
The cat and the scorpion fornicated in the savage land.
The light fled from branch to branch, but slumbering man did not awaken.
The blanket smelled of sugarcane, machetes had rolled into the surliest siesta site, and in the cantinas' rarefied crest the shoeless day laborer spat out his boastful independence.