A time for celebration.
A time to remember, to reflect, and to share.
A time when the living is kidnapped – by a Sandero!
A time when Jay Cool, with no alternative, grabs a notepad and a Motorola, and makes the most of an unfortunate situation.
Time for a Salopian ‘poet’s poet’ to make the most of whatever scraps of talent, however minute, she can summon up from within her DNA.
Time for the ancestors to speak.
|Jay Cool, the Salopian Poet’s Poet|
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