Connie Peters' poems in progress
Monday, October 3, 2016
All in the town must know.
She chooses to grieve the loss a while.
Then catching a glimpse of sunshine dancing through the window pane,
She spies the ad: single white male, loves to hike and walk barefoot on the beach.
Connie L. Peters
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