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Central Hotel - noon, sun rays
warp window table;
dust ferments,
noise erupts in waves.
Clientele fluctuate;
come, go, to, fro;
raise and drop, laugh and sigh;
fifty or more sweating, sated diners;
moving witty yarns
in widening circles.
Collection goes round.
Curt remarks
break the frisson
with a butter-knife.
Below swarming traffic
moves in stifling h...
Thursday 10th September 2015 10:55 pm
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