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Unrequited Love

I’m in the Park with my friend Jack, who’s harboring a broken heart, I thought he’d be over by now, but alas, he still carries a torch, for Lisette. She’s a beauty all right, a real head turner without a … Continue reading

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Humbled Beauty

I saw a French Poodle whose hair looked better than mine. She knew it too, the haughty way she walked passed me, with her nose in the air. “What did ya say there, Babette?” I said, “Perhaps you should see … Continue reading

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