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Poem – In The Waiting Room – Elizabeth Bishop

In Worcester, Massachusetts,  I went with Aunt Consuelo  to keep her dentist’s appointment  and sat and waited for her  in the dentist’s waiting room.  It was winter. It got dark  early. The waiting room  was full of grown-up people,  arctics … Continue reading

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