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Sound Your Tributes Loudly

Sound your tributes loudly
When you pass by me
It’s not late, it’s only
One AM, you see

You know more than surely
Where I certain be
Hanging out right by that van
Harassing the old lady!

And when you do, make certain
If you wish this Master please
To bang, clunk and squeak loud enough
To wake up all the babies

For someday soon those babies
Will be waking anyway
To the dawn of Armageddon
When we really start to play

Nobody did anything
To stop us anyway!

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This poet is physically disabled.

Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, in order to continue working she is presently living in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone and surviving at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.

If her work has touched you, she would treasure any contribution you might be good enough to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S.

Please be aware that it takes several days for her to be notified of patronage. Thank you for caring.

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