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Apr 2016
Tucked on a shelf I found a book
Bound in red leather.
Its pages soft as worn-out silk
With the damp odor of mold.
Between its pages was a note,
Blurred by the hands of time:
"I'll wait for you tonight by the church door.
I'll be there at seven.  Don't be late."

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1980(c)Vilma Vitanza
Albany, CA
Written by
Vilma Vitanza  Raleigh, NC, 27612
(Raleigh, NC, 27612)   
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     Lora Lee and Jamadhi Verse
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