Help me quit my job…

The divine Georgia Park

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

And buy my book! 

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This poetry collection has a beginning, middle and an end. It covers two months’ worth of misadventures in the life of an embittered and slightly arrogant young woman who decides to quit her job to become a poet out of spite after being called a few choice names. Sometimes you will like her, sometimes you may not. Sometimes you may laugh or cry or want your money back. But life’s not very fair that way, now is it?

This is a coming of age story, and that age is almost thirty

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