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Poem of the month has been conspicuously absent over the last while so I have one to share and hope that it lands safely in your life. With rising prices everywhere these tiny offerings remain the same. Give what you can and don’t stress if you can’t. It’s been tough times all around so I thank you for your support as it helps mitigate travel and touring costs. The poem Worthless Fortune was in part inspired by our changing world. A lot of us don’t carry money anymore. Our lives have been relegated to little pieces of plastic. I’m not sure about you but I always try to keep a bit on hand because even in my small town homelessness is still an issue and I can’t exactly send them an e-transfer or a PayPal.