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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

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over coffee

Lori asked me,
"How are you doing?"

with her golden blond hair
pulled back
and tired black under each eye.

"I'm good,"
I answered.

She smiled.
She always smiled.

Lori asked me,
"What will you do today?"

with her fears hidden
her hopes in flames
and fingers aching from hours of hard work.

"I will hug you,"
I answered.

She smiled.
She always smiled.
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