“Street & Book Bound Debbie”
I walk the line between page and street,
where ink meets instinct, sharp and sweet.
Not every lesson comes from a book,
sometimes it’s the sideways glance I took.
Street smarts whisper, “Trust your gut,”
book smarts answer, “Here’s the cut.”
Together they weave a wiser thread,
a net of knowing where I’m led.
So call me not just learned or sly,
I’m both — the reason I get by.
In poems, in life, in every start,
I carry the blend of head and heart.

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