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I confess, I read your poem about a dozen times and I can’t get it, but then I really suck at poetry. The whole writing it and reading it. My entire English degree was crafted around how I could get out of taking any poetry classes, though those sneaky professors stuffed a few poems in those pesky survey classes. They knew what they were doing to me. They knew!

Not what I wanted to say and I really don’t know why I led with that… my shame is not my strongest point…

But what I did pop in to say was … as long as Janis Joplin can worm her way into my brain, soul and gut, she will never be dead. Ever.

Still waiting for my Mercedes Benz…