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Slough of Despond

There comes a time
To write in rhyme
Turns the stomach of

This poet
Who used to know it
As something to love

She dumbed it down
And dumbed it down
And dumbed it down again

Only to be
Tragic’ly
Confronted with the same refrain

No effort has
That ever was
Given, out of hand,

Will effect
To resurrect
What they imagine they can’t understand

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S.

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