i went to kurtis' workshop void of greenbacks.
i just opened a poetry list to find he's reading nearby, next week. and i have the night off. huzzah!
i will go with a pocket full o'dough and pick up all those cds i passed over.
sometimes frugality does not pay. and i've listened to my memories of him singing. i've tried to conjure the playing of the kora in my mind, but it fades. alas, it fades.
time to mount my pony and ride.
me and my pocket full o'dough.
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