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Nine months has turned into
Well over a year, time in which
Time to which, time for which
I could claim I languished. I did
Not. I crave an answer. A yes, 
Yes much preferred. But a no
Is a simple acknowledgement 
Too. I feel we had a contract. I
Turn over my work, deeply felt
Poems to you and some one of
Your poetry editors says ok or
Goodbye, we'll pass. Good luck.