''We never ask of ourselves
Would I like this person, me?
Someone who we do not know
A mystery to ourselves.
How could we like this person
So mysterious? '''POETRY BY PH POETESS JC NOT ME
My reply do read
THIS IS AKIN
TO MANY FOLKS
WHO ASK ON HIGH WAYS
WASH ROOMS
WHO AM I
and I WHISPER
LOUDLY
A PASSER BY
THAT'S WHY I NEVER ASK
WHO AM I
and the sky knows why
I have a PLACE UP THERE HIGH
ALL POETS AND POETESSES
PLEASE DOREAD SOME MORER
OF PPME
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