I got a letter from a very nice lady
who opened a Mom and Pop bookstore
in Clinton, NJ.
She wanted me to come
and read from my Chapbook to promote sales,
and by the way, could I bring some more copies
as she only had two on her shelves.
She struggles to maintain her existence.
The Big Box Stores and now Amazon
had [...]
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