by George Ovitt   The ‘F’ Word Waiting in line with my children at the market, A woman cradles a phone against her ear and Pronounces alto voce the word that daily fills The air like jagged hail or a plague of frogs. In this age of loud voices only the buzz saw Of vulgarity…

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