4 GROUNDCOVER NEWS VENDOR VOICES Muz TERESA BASHAM Groundcover vendor No. 570 We love you so, Glad you’re in our life, Never gonna do you wrong, We love you wit all of our heartz, We’re never gonna let you part, You’re our baby, We’ll never let anythang happen ta you, We’ll never let you go, You’ve waited for love too long, We’re not gonna let you go, You’re perfect in our eyez. Muz 2 TERESA BASHAM I love your way, Alwayz being so gentle wit me, You’re alwayz wit me every day, I’m so glad you can see, What you do, What you mean to me, & you know I love you, You have a good home, We let you do your own, Thang all thee time, You’re alwayz on our minds. SHELLEY DENEVE Groundcover vendor No. 22 First signs of spring APRIL 5, 2024 When the weather can't make up its mind Warm, Cold, Warm, Cold Then at night time I can hear baby frogs chirping Then the days and nights steadily get warmer And next thing ya know You're sweating at doing nothing Back in the days SHELLEY DENEVE In days of old, life was slow In days of new, life is fast Gloomy days If I don't find my way JAMIE CAMERON Groundcover vendor No. 612 Gloom and doom is all we hear, Trigger-happy dictators with nukes; Voting for one so dear became a fluke. One more solution, this current head; Only to sell us nothing and leave us for dead. Computer world JAMIE CAMERON The glee I had using ancient computers, nothing can compare; Times making reset buttons for PCI boards, computers I hoarded, a set so fair; Worthless they find and say, only to sell my set on EBay. JAMIE CAMERON Aside from friends and family, nothing to live for, Every day I contemplate my reasons for existence. “You’re loved” I hear from one percent, Yet non-existent to society’s rest, So what is my life for, why not cease to be? In days of new, life whizzes by I wish of old days And to know what I know now Streets to halls MARKONA LOVE Groundcover vendor No. 590 My feet once pounding the streets and sidewalks now my feet dragging only across plastic formica. Once previously writing homeless, from the streets now rambling from corrupt halls. Institutional profit over patient progress cosmic rays burst thru the dark of night. Healing Light of Love insists to fill me obliged me to spread to last accepting souls. May we all awake to the Light of Love shining from within and back to a morning sun.
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