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Recorded Reading (1:08): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/j2p6wq89yvqqddufmicvx/A-Poet-s-Word.mp3?rlkey=6pzo9l5ww6venrk5ovpopvyyj&dl=0

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A Poet’s Word

I do not own a fancy car
My bank account is null
My closet of coutourier
Designer clothing isn’t full

My phone is not an iPhone
Bigger than a book;
Perhaps a little threadbare,
A little underweight I look

My home it is no home at all
Homeless — it’s no kind of fun —
But you can count on honesty
From me, sure as the sun

It’s all I may impress you with
And all I have to comfort me
All I have, and all I’m worth
Is my personal honesty

That which I write, that which I speak,
Dedicated be
To the precious, worthwhile end
Of veracity

Never question whether truth
You from me have heard
The truth of love is all in all
Of this poet’s word

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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 seven days a week to contribute to her society, however.

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