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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

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