The poet spent a recent Christmas holed up and cackling like a hen while writing this, um, slightly bent series…

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Recorded Reading (1:01): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/et3fnfi1fyqcaxnhu25ss/I-Saw-my-Ship-Come-Sailing-In.m4a?rlkey=q48tykzycttofoccjateposiu&dl=0

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I Saw My Ship Come Sailing In

I saw my ship come sailing in
It’s been so long
Hope I’m not wrong
Perhaps a new will life begin
I sense new pleasures a-borning!

Just let me make sure of the mark
Here beside
Upon its side
It’s hard to see in all this dark
So early in the morning

Oh, could it be
What’s this I see?
This lantern’s glow, it barely show
This is so wrong — that mark belongs
To someone else’s adorning

I thought my ship came sailing in
Came sailing in
Came sailing in
And I would my new life begin
But now I’m ba-ack in mourning!

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

Donors may visit http://www.UgiftABLE.com , using code #72D-31S. It does take several days for the poet to be notified of your patronage.

Thank you for reading, and may your holidays be happy ones.

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