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NUNCA, NUNCA by PAT MORA

Poet Analysis

First Line: IN ANY DARK, I FEEL HIS SMALL HANDS SLOWLY RUB MY
Last Line: THE TREE. MAMA WHISPERS, NUNCA. NUNCA. NEVER TRUST THE DARK
Subject(s): CHICANOS;

Poem Sources:

AGUA SANTA = HOLY WATER.
  MORA, PAT
  (1995)
 



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