The poet can’t bring herself to read this one aloud. Bad enough that she wrote it.

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A Fairy Tale

Instead of struggling up from the ground
She stepped lightly from an elevated bed

Rather than wrestling straight her twenty pieces of needed clothing
She wafted a soft robe around her

In not boots but slippers
Already warm, she drank hot coffee

People treated her as a person
Instead of a pimple

Until the bell
Began to toll midnight

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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.

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