The First Open Mic

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A tall, lean boy with

Laurel on his head,

His loose muslin gown ruffling

In the soft afternoon breeze,

Walks up to the stage,

Beside the River Arno, and says:

“My name is Dante.

I’m just gonna read three poems.”

 

Twitter @bibek_writes

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