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Coffee, poem by Rebecca Schumejda
One of the only mainstays on Broadway is Burger King, where I get my morning coffee. Somehow the manager, Tony, always sneaks in the exact number of days he has left until retirement. Sometimes the weather is unbearably hot or wickedly cold, or his … Continue reading