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The Annals of Our Heroine: Chapter Five
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The Annals of Our Heroine. SHARE THE ROAD WITH DROMEDARIES! Our Heroine sat dejectedly in the dentist's waiting area, trying not to think about the terrible ordeal ahead. One of her fillings needed replacement. She would have chosen quick, painless death over slow torture, but sadly, death had not been offered as an option. A dental technician popped her head around the door. OK, we're ready for you". OH put the pencil she had been biting back on the reception desk and rose slowly. Forty minutes passed l...
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The Annals of Our Heroine: Chapter Six
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The Annals of Our Heroine. SHARE THE ROAD WITH DROMEDARIES! During a dinner of red root salad, mashed rutabaga and homemade choke cherry juice, a niggling doubt about her latest case asserted itself into her mind. Why had she found mail belonging to four different people? Hello, I'm a litter inspector, uh, investigator and I found a bag of your trash, anyhow, a bag with some of your trash in it on Holy Mackarel Hill". Shee nunciated the last few words carefully. They were tricky to say. Right I suppose y...
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Words, words, words: Green Field
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Words, words, words. Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Softly slowly sunlight melts yellow. And blue a stream running green. Washing away salt, sand, impurity, the. Ice encasing me. As I stand from each. Strand of my hair winter falls. Stars shower. Shining down the green field around. View my complete profile. Annals of Our Heroine. La La Palooza Chronicles.
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Words, words, words: September 2008
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Words, words, words. Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Water sprites whisk over the lawn's wrinkled brow. Sprinkler streams stand straight and bend back, bowing. To a greater power. God of the wind, whirl me up. Sweep me. A sun storm of light and fury, strong enough to bleach bones touches twister-like before me. Bluebirds flash glass and fire, jeweled jets burning. God of light that blinds, blaze and shine. So I may see. Wish I Could Write You a Love Song. How You held me.
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Words, words, words: April 2008
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Words, words, words. Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Sun draws the soaking, drenching fog,. Shooting it with light at the bottom, while. The top is the obscure white of clouds, as if. The earth’s spirit is gone and only the body,. Still warm and glowing, remains. Honey, darling, sugar, baby, anything but Lacey, though. My name's right here where any Tomfool Dick. Or Harry could read it if he cared to, 'stead of leering. Like there’s a napkin shortage in Kentucky. But the...
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Words, words, words: February 2009
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Words, words, words. Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Do you dream, toothless lion, of conquests;. The gazelle's neck, bloodshed, the golden floor. Falling away beneath the pads of your paws. Do. You hate the hand that feeds you, faces between. The bars inspecting you, analyzing, speculating. On the origin of your scars. You blame them. For disbanding the pride, for the road lines that. Divide your territory, for stealing your former glory,. What remains but memories?
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Words, words, words: Toothless Lion
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Words, words, words. Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Do you dream, toothless lion, of conquests;. The gazelle's neck, bloodshed, the golden floor. Falling away beneath the pads of your paws. Do. You hate the hand that feeds you, faces between. The bars inspecting you, analyzing, speculating. On the origin of your scars. You blame them. For disbanding the pride, for the road lines that. Divide your territory, for stealing your former glory,. What remains but memories?
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The Annals of Our Heroine: Chapter Seven
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The Annals of Our Heroine. SHARE THE ROAD WITH DROMEDARIES! Brr-iii-nng. In her tiny office in the town hall, OH picked up the phone, hoping it. Was a tip on a hot dump and run case. Instead, Good Buddy's voice met her ear. I need you to come over right now", GB said. Are you calling about the dump and run case, Good Buddy? Because I'm working, you know". I know, but- " GB's voice broke off and OH was surprised to hear violent sniffling and nose blowing. Good Buddy, do you have a cold? Although she had n...
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Words, words, words: Light and Fury
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Words, words, words. Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Water sprites whisk over the lawn's wrinkled brow. Sprinkler streams stand straight and bend back, bowing. To a greater power. God of the wind, whirl me up. Sweep me. A sun storm of light and fury, strong enough to bleach bones touches twister-like before me. Bluebirds flash glass and fire, jeweled jets burning. God of light that blinds, blaze and shine. So I may see. View my complete profile. Annals of Our Heroine.
