Dear Bum Under My Window at 3:30 am,
Once, you were somebody's little boy. Your mother fed and clothed you, made sure you went to school, and did what she could when you started hearing the voices. But that was many years ago, and now you have decided to use the awning across the street as an acoustically perfect amphitheater to rehearse your rambling monologue, that I have tentatively titled, "Hagum Gagum arag Gagah!"
It's a powerful 20 minute piece, and after hearing three versions of it, I''ll have to say I liked number two the best. Perhaps you have peaked, and are over-working it.
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