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I am walking the streets of my town and hear my verses whispered into my ears. Am I imagining? A man in the garage will not give me a ride in his wheelbarrow. He didn't say I am to heavy. He said: "I am not so strong." I am walking the streets of John O'Hara's town. We never met. I read his thick book when I was seventeen in one small Czech town. I am shy. I meet strangers who smile and whisper my verses. I am dreaming. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2010