My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Sunday, November 25, 2018
Why. " will write for food"
I have no doubt in my mind
That someday
I will affect the lives of many people in a positive way
That someday
My life will open up and flourish
That's why I survive.
Bob Jenkens
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