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We have a beautiful dawn today.

There is snow on the ground around the poet’s van.

We have frozen fingers.

We have the low-budget smartphone voice recorder app.

We have the thirty-five dollar thrift store guitar.

We have four and a half hours sleep, deliberately terminated.

We have the sounds of passing traffic.

… But we also have a ghost of the calibre that this poet has been paid in the triple hourly digits to provide in the not-so-distant past. 

There used to be an actual, classical style, instrumental break to this song ~ and would again, if she ever just got a leg up. (Less and less likely, yes?)

But be that as it may ~ whether celebrating it with your precious self or some precious other:

Happy Valentine’s Day, folks.

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Cry at the Sound of Your Name

“I’d tell all my friends not to ask me about you
‘Cause I’d cry at the sound of your name”

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/snj6hcf0vvpe2upzyxjc8/Cry-at-the-Sound-of-Your-Name.mp3?rlkey=wq8bkl9820a5yv0h3590v0m2l&dl=0

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Until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ and to begin once again to create professional connections and to rebuild her life, this poet presently lives homeless and at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level ~ still working to contribute to her society, however, seven days a week.

Arts patrons 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 supporting quality in the fine arts.