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What the Somali Woman Told Me She tells me that my long beard is as useless as the tall grass surrounding my house like weeds. I tell her that I am a man of wisdom, and luck. A white bird sits on my roof. Once a woman carried me on her back. I could see everything. I felt I could fly, like eagle, like owl. Her breasts are large with milk. Her fingers are covered with jewels - rubies, emeralds, and gold. She says: Your beard is empty The wind fills your house. The birds have flown away. Gary Lawless