My Phone is a Silent Bully

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So, as some of you may know, I fractured my pelvis while hiking last summer and it was the perfect time to work on my poetry book, It’s a Little Bit Skimpy, with illustrated poems. What is very exciting is that I discovered an AI program that will take my lyrics, create a melody with amazing vocals, and in 20 seconds, I get a song from my lyrics. What fun! The poem is called, My Phone is a Silent Bully. Maybe you can relate. The book is now out and available on Amazon. Here's a link, should you want to buy the book or get more info. 




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