National Poetry Month: The Wasteland

 I read the poem "The Wasteland" by T.S. Eliot to myself on April 1st, and recorded it. I'm not the best reader, but I love reading poetry aloud. And really good prose. It feels good in my mouth.

If you need a nap, feel free to listen!

https://anchor.fm/nancy-roche/episodes/T-S--Eliots-The-Wasteland-eu9hed

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