A famous poet
comes to a big hotel,
and I'm there.
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Even though your effort was lost in the shuffle, glad to see that you didn't give up on becoming a poet. It just wasn't your time to be recognized. A weaker person may have walked away and never come back. We are lucky that you stuck to your guns. Linda
yearning for fame as we all do but deep deeper seeing what really matters the clear vision into one's own heart with smile a fine poem
The best seem to remain obscure... at least until after death! ! ! ! dan