RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Releasing all stress through listening to rock
and roll music as it wrestles with inner turmoil.
Asking the melodies what they represent,
finding the answers bewildering.
Finally taking off and choosing a way less
traveled so I can continue to be true to myself.
Nothing can get between the pages of my mind,
because they are all filled with a philosophy of
my own creation.
Letting go of all tension in my being.
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