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 | So I wrote this poetry thingie, not a chapbook, a folded thing--a broadside, yeah, a few years ago. | |
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| Yeah, that was fun. I liked the old photo of the two cute men on it. | |
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| Yeah, well, anyway. People responded to it but when I gave copies to my family, nothing. Or almost no response. Maybe they didn't know what to make of it. | |
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| Maybe they didn't even read it. | |
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| Could be. Everyone gets so busy. I'm so busy. So much falls off my radar. So what's my point. I guess I want to share things, not horde, but I'm not even sure what kind of response I want. | |
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| Yeah? I think you want people to absolutely love everything you do, but not in a way that freaks you out or puts too much pressure on you. Who knows ya, baby? | |
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