In her free time she forraged.
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He’s my baby, I’m his honey.
With thanks to John Prine.
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The off-world colony watched, utterly transfixed.
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His handlers were out of ideas.
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His politics were her mildest concern.
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He knew the chemistry of ardor.
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Amaryllis Belladonna* meant crush was certain.
*also known as Naked Ladies, a lovely tete a tete with Belladonna.
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The new man could write some.
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Pangs of regret were parked outside.
Sun tea brewed on the fence.
persephone's step-sisters 