Bright Darkness: Provincetown Poems: Roberta

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Friday, December 31, 2004

Roberta

Morning greets her with a thousand calls for coffee, For menus and some juice - It happens in a thousand places much like this, And set-ups and service come down the pike With a fair bit of toast and a good many broken shells - But, she stops and wants to know Your spirit, your plans on hand And... Sign in to see full entry.

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