| A Dark Corner in a Small Dingy Cafe | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A Poet's Place: Neil Aitken | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The cafe is dark and strangely familiar. In the back, the jazz band plays. The thin wail of the sax escapes into the cold night. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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