when Chavez died
people wept
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I got to meet Chávez a few weeks before he died. I was working at Centro Legal Campesino in Las Cruces, New Mexico. It was a wonderful time in my life. He had the aura of a saint, bit none of is thought he was so near death. He took my hands in his, looked into my eyes–a highpoint of my life. Thank you for this poem.
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it must have been a wonderful experience to meet someone like that.
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