Dear Juanita:

You … make me want to be a poet and come up with the magic you produced here. The hell poem… written like a child, a child’s mind. How many people can do that? Not many, I say. Hardly anyone at all. To write like you were a curious child, thinking with a Beginner’s Mind… refreshingly creative, original, authentic, honest and entertaining.

“Juanita, you can’t beat her…” I love this one. True, you can’t beat her. Like me. Like you wrote about me…

The artist within… and the meaning of life toy, I have to google “Rubik’s cube”-

And a kangaroo is finally mentioned by the Aussie that you are, totally… cool, a roo. I wish there were roos here..

You can’t beat Juanita! You are a TREASURE, Jack or Juanita, man or woman, in the closet, outside, emaciated or 1000 mg or kg…

anita