We are running an experiment to see whether the poet, returning to the offering of works, will or will not be permitted to sleep.

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Recorded Reading (1:04): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/6udz0vfjphy8nbv8tgs6n/What-was-it-That-They-Saw.m4a?rlkey=nm049z65zffa6pux6njby6ebu&dl=0

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What Was it That They Saw?

Since but a youngster I wondering be
At this mysterious phenomenon:
Those indistinct souls throughout history
Who found themselves a suff’ring road upon

With others like them suff’ring all around —
Limited of resource, such tragic age
In which there tend to flourish and abound
Petty, yet lethal, selfishness and rage —

We later hear of those who had a smile
Even their most corrupt companions for
And stories to the children with beguile,
Putting the others’ hunger theirs before,

Yet for it no renown will ever be —
When others saw but dirt — what did they see?

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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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