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I'm so glad you got out and wrote this. I don't know how you feel though. Is there some way you can get your eyes checked? It might have to be a priority. re the poem: it works for me, with the sudden memory of the concession stands. and we've all struggled with impossible plastic wrappings. I would add one thing. What do you think? Edit: Hi again, louderwords In a discussion of your poem, a reader said to me:
(otherwise it might sound like you want to jump off...
"and throw something" might be yourself, but ... oh I don't know.) Urge to go to the top floor of a really tall building
and throw something
Urge to go to the top floor of a really tall building
And throw up my arms to the sky.