The Anonymity Collectors

The anonymity collectors

Always affable

Willing to share

Anecdotes, personal stories

Receptionists with frosted

Dispositions–made them

Wait for nothing

But it was all right

Cross the wrong persons

Villages would burn

Prayed to forget

What they agonized about

Every hour of every day

Blessed were the meek

Their cries unheard

 

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Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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