The Co-Mother-in-Law

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The co-mother-in-law from the village never comes to the city,
she saw the New District by the sea-lake and stuck out her tongue in shock;
how many souls can this hive of cast iron hold,
those window-eyes, row after row, staring blankly at whom.\

The co-mother-in-law from the city never comes to the village,
she saw a little potato and squeezed her eyes shut tight;
all this dirt-caked roughness, and you do not even dust it off,
straight to the hearth it goes, buried whole, amen and all.\