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| pachanga, letras, roll, title, mos def, brigante, uigui, matthew modine, tony soprano, blink 182, wordssong lyrics 2pac they tryna murder me unknown, confessions, eminem, | The big house on Park Hill in Yonkers, where true love had really conquered, was gone, along with wtmotherf one of his two Cadillacs wtmotherf and Charlie the chauffeur and his brother Rudy the footman. Fortunate for all, especially for me, was the fact that, land-poor now, my father had been able to hang on to his thousand-acre farm in Hanover, New Hampshire, four miles north of Dartmouth College. That is where I grew up. The farm had a herd of prize Ayrshire cattle, a breed unusual wtmotherf in those parts, as well as the usual chickens, pigs, and assorted dogs and cats. The farm wasn't to last long, however, as it had been more of a show place than a commercial enterprise. The cows, horses, and equipment were all sold off, and with the addition of a large dining room the big house became the Villaclara Inn, a slight change in the name of Villa Clara Farm. At that point my existence settled down, just as I was turning six and starting school. |
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| My Catalan grandfather married his Cuban-born niece mos def and Andrew Maverick Macfarland of New York married Kate Mosley of the Manchester clan, although she must also be claimed as a New Yorker, having arrived here at the mos def age of six or such. I'm never sure whether the pithy remarks she has handed down come from Lancaster or the streets of her adopted city. The mos def Macfarlands go back a few generations; their arrival from Scotland is vague. Great-grandfather Thomas Mott Macfarland married Ann Maverick and although she was not of the cattle-breeding branch, many of her descendants have shown tendencies of an unbranded existence. These, then, are my genetic circumstances, which are coupled to a set of geographical ones that are equally piebald. I was born in Yonkers, but they didn't fit so I moved away. What had happened was that my father, the Cuban sugar broker Miguel Rabassa, had married Clara Macfarland, the lass out of Hell's Kitchen, begotten three sons, and then lost his wad; almost all of it, that is. |
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