Number 63

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    Written on April 16, 2009

    Number 63

     When she opened her tiny mouth, the vague smell of eucharist filled the room;
    She was a nun
    A kind of nun....
    A secretary
    A nun of Mr. Smith's 5:00 appointment 

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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