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Ripples: Poetry by Deborah Beachboard


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            The Letter

            My precious daughter,

            It perplexes me why the return address
            on your Christmas greeting
            reads "and Anne."

            Is she the woman I saw with you
            that night at the restaurant
            when I learned you were leaving Carl?

            How rough the world polishes innnocence
            and tumbles dreams.







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