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By chance, you are not listening— Say it, then, why not I hear you breathing The words beneath your sighing And I shall not kill myself Because you care not what I do Yes, I said it. You do not care, do you? There, ‘tis done. After all the tasty meal on the table Was prepared for naught And I gave the best for your intentions Talk to me. Listen to me, kind sir. Listen to me Listen! written September 7, 2021 (a poem in the style of the late great Sylvia Plath)

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Date: 9/7/2021 4:01:00 AM
The greatest filler (food for the soul), is compassion...empathy...or just plain simple courteous attention, once in a while, will do most of us. Great write, my friend!
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/7/2021 9:02:00 AM
So true, Joe. Thanks so much for your thoughtful comment on my poem.
Date: 9/7/2021 12:19:00 AM
Yes! you have captured her style in this poem. She was unique!!
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/7/2021 9:04:00 AM
Thank you, Elaine. Her poetry is very poignant. She tended to disregard the rules, and did it quite successfully.
Date: 9/6/2021 10:03:00 PM
nowadays; the deaf is listening much, the blinds are seeing much and the rich sinners are the saints of the religious society! so, listen to me but not for me!!!
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/7/2021 9:04:00 AM
Interesting. I appreciated your read and your comment, Mahtab.