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Gratitude Maybe I will never Be a poet laureate Nor win a Pulitzer Prize It’s unlikely I’ll ever earn Grants and awards from the likes Of the Guggenheim Foundation or the National Institute of Arts and Letters Ah, but that I know of such people Who have done all of these things I can search the depths of my soul Inspired A testament to the fact I can read And I still find it delightfully strange Today’s glorious technology allows Mere computer mouse clicks Take me to yon literary shores Of extraordinary women Who I don’t see as being so different from me. In my curious, often angry, discontentment Solace found! Volumes read with empathy I am grateful To find such kindred words REFERENCE: (of whose poetry taunts and haunts me) http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/angelou/poems-ma.html#maya6 http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/87 http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/clifton/clifton-biobib.html
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