Update: my poem "City of Songs" has been hung in City Hall. I visited it this morning, and it is hanging right where the line starts for parking permits (on the left side of the back lobby, as you face the information desk.) In any case, none of my visiting friends or relations will be allowed to walk down King Street without being dragged across Market Square to see my piece of immortality. Consider yourselves warned.
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I can't wait to be dragged there to see it....
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