Atticus lures hungry poets
A man in a ski cap, jeans and ratty Adidas shoes slung his backpack higher on his back and walked into Atticus Bookstore and Cafe. Finding an open spot on the floor, he rang a bell and began a poem of his own invention.
“People of Atticus, I hope I will not offend when I say, ‘I don’t like poetry, I’m here for the free bread,’ ” he said.
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