The verbal diarrhea of a storyteller
who can’t cook, can’t sing, nor dance any better
so she tortures her pen instead
kicks football with her fat legs
and paraglides through clouds ahead
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I like what you have done with those six lines, poetic and charming. The various perspectives of your roots definitely get me interested in hearing what you have to say.
I’d really love to see more on this page about you. Maybe you could give us a little more history and highlight some of your work. I particularly like your stuff on Balangao, but I’m biased. :oP I’m sure there are other hidden gems just waiting to be found.
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