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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 (1:15): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/a57ho0q4irounk6mlxdt4/Roly-Night.mp3?rlkey=u0rnqcj8y7n8pmf1pyhmlv9ep&dl=0

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Roly Night

Ro-oly night
Po-oly night
Nothing but
Food in sight

Bound to try
One bite of everything
Don’t care what
Kind of heartburn it bring

I must savor each taa-aaaaste
Can’t let this stuff go to waaaste!

Ro-oly night
Po-oly night
I’ll hate myself
Come morning light

When in front
Of the mirror I’m bare
But until then
I have to declare

Not inspi-ired to sto-op
Think I might eat till I drop!

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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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