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by Margaret Daisley
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He was selling poems. On the sidewalk. At midnight. Obviously, he was indigent – scruffy clothes, wild hair, worn shoes. But he was enterprising. It wasn’t the usual hustle (“Homeless – need money to get bus back to Omaha.”) The poems were handwritten on 3 x 5 cards. I was intrigued and asked to see one. But it was the usual Hallmark crap. Sentimental, rhyming, clichés. “What else you got?” He handed me another, this one called “13.” I read the lines to myself: “One / two, three / four, five, six / seven, eight, nine / ten, eleven / twelve.” Brilliant! “How much?” I gave him five dollars. He signed the card—“Ovid.”
Margaret Daisley , a veteran freelance research editor, is in the process of launching Blue Horizon Books, an independent publishing company. She has two “how to” books in the hopper by two different authors, one on funding a child’s college education, and the other on forming a profitable classical gigging ensemble.
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