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    Investigated and Analyzed

    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,I used to wonder what you are, But up above this world so high,Compositional data has been gathered from the sky. Friday night’s dream, on Saturday told,I was sure would come true,Until facts killed dreams cold. Lavender’s green, dilly, dilly, lavenders blue.If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, let the doves coo.I did my own experiments and I know that’s not true. Star light, star brightScience and fact feed our minds right,But I wish we may, I wish we might, Have our magical thinking back,If just for one night. This post was written as a contribution to Sunday Scribblings.…

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    Why I Shouldn’t Write Poetry in the Park

    My friend said please write poetry in the park,On cardboard beside her art.She wanted rhymes,Which took a long time.Free speech right endsAt 10 PM.We got arrested.She protested.But Cop’s right–My rhymes should be illegal and not just at night. ~~I was going to finish telling you the rest of that other story today. But I got sidetracked. Lucky for me G-Man has friends with friends who have friends in high places. I was sentenced to 55 words. Consider the sentences served, G. 😉 This flash fiction 55 is a contribution to G-Mans Friday Flash 55 and a response to his Thursday blog. Click here to see what others wrote or to…

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    Great Escape

    The past couple of weeks I’ve been using Friday 55 to share the misadventures of a certain erotic romance writer researching the subject of her recent novel.We left off with our poor heroine hanging upside down by her ankles and wondering how you politely refuse an invitation to cherish a fellow’s Popsicle. If you’ve missed the two prior episodes and are wondering why she’s hanging by her ankles, look here. If you’re wondering what Popsicles have to do with it, look here. If you’re dying to know what happened next, see below. As soon as the hunter cut me down, I dove through a hedge. Bad move. His horse was…