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A Puerto Rican Kid and Diablo

June 5, 2026 by Bob Boyd

As a teenager I worked in a greenhouse
with a younger Puerto Rican kid who believed in diablo
I didn’t; he said go in the woods at night and call him
he got the best of me, no way was I going to tempt fate

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