SECRET HAITIANS
There's a mystery behind every window,
and the hawk is perched in the median,
watching some traffic roll by. I can't
imagine what it thinks it's going to
snare from a car. A baby, or some
little guy with legs just long
enough to drive?
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Here everyone has 49 kids - even
the giant families stuffed into raggy
apartments keep growing. The way
I figure, in about 20 years that's going
to then be a need for 49 more places
to live. What a mess? And then each
of them have 49 kids, that 's 2,356
people, you know? Where they
all gonna' go?
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