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Frances Raeburn
Poems
Nov 2021
West 88th
Come on now
you said you would sweep me off my feet
that was the deal
on aΒ Β late night New York City street
so why am I still standing here
feet firmly planted
right here
on 127 West 88th Street?
Written by
Frances Raeburn
F/London
(F/London)
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