Her moon conjunct mercury was naughty.
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She tormented him with her castanets.
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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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The new man could write some.
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Kissing the frog, she tasted insect.
Her sense of mission was misunderstood.
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