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I'd love to be back in Vienna, athwart the thighsOf the lovely young woman who tended the desk
At my hotel. She checked me in, alas not out,
And made my cocktail at the bar. I laughed.
"Do you do everything?" She looked up,
Proud and pretty as May. I am everything."
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2017-11-23 at 13:46
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