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And Words Are All I Have
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I was good to animals and small children.
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Made room for the person on the subway
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Even gave him a few bucks.
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I didn’t invite him home to tea.
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I frittered away talent, however meager,
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writing Annual Reports for rent money,
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giving my all on corporate press tours,
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with little energy left for the poem.
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But a girl’s got to make a living.
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Didn’t always take the easiest way,
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letting vanity lead me more than once,
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the vestiges of an ugly childhood.
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It seems the world gives you so many reasons
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to feel you’re not quite good enough.
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listening to every single one.
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No Heart I don’t have the heart for the news that demands daily a suspension of disbelief, a numbing disconnection that I am no longer willing to offer up. Today, a tsunami rising suddenly on some faraway ocean. Tonight, children herded into unmarked vans. Tomorrow, the Yulan Dog Massacre. Just give me robot dogs, microchipped to respond. To jump up …
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Someone asked me recently if I ever prayed. It prompted this... Ways to Pray There are a million ways to pray. Not one of has anything to do with an oak pew Or a frocked man prompting from a pulpit on high. Nothing special is needed. No preparation or special equipment. The quiet is no prerequisite. Not solemnity Nor a …
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