Day 1: The display was moved already from the magazine area, where there was a table and chairs, to the cashier's counter...doesn't seem conducive to extended playing and musing. I should go back and ask why they did this. Also, the pen was gone - I have to go back and attach one to a piece of string and then to the notebook. I also think I might go make a poem myself on the board, as an example to inspire people.
The only cohesive phrase on the board was:
for they love
The notebook says:
I help the community
I have no money
I was human
I thank God that he is help me with my life [written in different color ink]
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