I'll second what Julie said. I was about to be in transit back to home and was feeling less than eager to do anything. Hell of a poem, Jan. But, as you tend to be the king of misery (so I naturally gravitate towards your work), I thought of one of the best titled poems ever, in the other direction. It's terrible that I can't recall the the poem (tho am a little familiar with his work and like it). Steve Mueske's "A Poem Without Sadness."
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