Going to take care of a lot of work-related items today as well as see how much driving around of the younger members of my tribe must be accompished. So, as promised, I will leave you with another weird installment of poetry set to music. I have to say, Emily Dickinson is so consistently rythmic that she fits right into this. So here is, for your pleasure, “Hope is the Thing with Feathers.” (Note: Liberties taken with an added chorus! Both of the voices used are AI generated via murph.ai.)
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