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When the Poet is the Poem…
By Tessie








He will Live and Share Everything there is to

Know,

And Live,
and Share…

In all Caps, on (and with) Purpose.

(This is rare for any person - let alone a grown-up.)

He will tell you that everyday is a Birthday,

a Celebration,
a Day for Toasts and Hoorays,

Never to be wasted.

Even the hard days.
Especially the hard days.

He will will make you (want to!) sing

in Public!
by Choice!

No matter what your voice sounds like.

He will show you how to sing to and with and for your people, including the ones who aren’t sitting across from you at the dining room table.

His given name is Peter, but you might know him by his Nom de Plume or his All the World’s (much more than) a Stage name:

The Hanskaleva(n).

And even though his song will be stuck in your head forever (it’s that kind of song), you won’t be mad about this.

You will just Keep Singing,
and Sharing What You Know.

In Capital Letters,

On (and with) Purpose.

These things will be wrapped, or hidden, or hand delivered in something…

Happy.

Or Joyful.
Or Hopeful.
Or Beautiful.

Or (And, Yes - you are always allowed to say it),

Fun.
Funny.

Fire fueled…

They will often end in an ellipsis, because omissions and pauses are necessary and unfinished thoughts or silence can lead to Possibility, which is always an option when you are brave enough to sing...

...or just brave enough to get through the day.

(You will know this because you were paying attention.)

(And then you will hug your people...)

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RIPeter.  

There could be no better place to rest (or to do anything else).

And this poem will always be a WIP.


Xxxxxx more xxxxxxxxx more xxxxxxxxxxxxxx infinite xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Tesssssssssssssssie


ps. Happy Birthday, Will.......I mean this. I bet someone wanted to make sure that everyone would (also) remember to sing.
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