give me a teacher
who don’t wear
no shoes
give me a guitar
so I can sing the blues
give me a crystal ball
so I can see what
the future may hold
give me a balm
for the foot of my soul
give me a song to sing
that will be just mine
give me some comfort
give me some time
give me a reprieve
from this whole damned mess
and may my heart be
lightened
and my path be blessed
~Jenny
Who Are The Front Men? - A Poem by M.N. Hopkins
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