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This poem was penned nearly four and a half years ago, now. The poet has spent every birthday since ~ and every day in between them ~ in the same fashion.

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Accustomed Place

Today I had a birthday
Turned another page
Hard to believe I’ve made it to
All of sixty years of age

I had the choice to spend it
In luxur’ious idleness
But when it came right down to
The moment’s point I must confess

When I have selection
Of my very favorite thing to do
I sit in my accustomed place
Writing poetry for you

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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.

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