No marching "poet" without a broom in their hand and a pooper scooper
in their pocket, I say. No reading without a jar for a charitable
contribution to a soup kitchen, homeless shelter, disaster relief. Too
bad "poets" can't change anything in this gone-to-hell old world.
But Poetry still just might. My chips remain on the Muses, so let the
big wheel spin as long as it can. Next March we spin it for Japan.
Jess
Stay Tuned
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