Jules
Used to be like that and now I’m like this — also a bit like that and nothing like that and nothing like this.
I bless the rains down in Africa
Michelle Stone
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Michelle. I saw the title of this and, before reading it, grabbed my uke to have at the ready for when I was done reading your poem about the blessed lands.
Then I busted a tune. You know the one. Mutherfuckin’ went for it too.
Great poem Michelle.
Love you my friend, as sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti.
