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Post Number: 4629 Registered: 11-1998
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Poem of the Week And Even More Love Stories: Blondes Charles Levenstein I. She was a contradiction: tiny lioness with cascading blonde curls, face that had been through the acne wars, scarred and mottled. Her lover was a giant Circassian, ink-black hair and porcelain cheeks; they played throughout the house, giggles and screams, clomping around and sneak attacks, unlikely friends and lovers. Christmas was gala, angels in the snow. In the spring, lioness went to the mountains, ostensibly to see her parents; then a cruise to the Caribbean to get a little space. Her blonde, blue eyes appeared in the personals seeking an orthodox accountant who wanted babies. All the girlish jokes about turkey basters for naught; last we saw her, hair covered, dragging a three-year-old through the civic center. II. Cynomys Ludovicianus, born on a Brooklyn latifundium, he studied philosophy at Harvard, then bored with Wittgenstein, turned to film. She was from the Sciuridae family, Italian Jews, and had money. A marriage made in Gan Eden. Their fur grew thicker and more golden, tails luxuriant black, they were the plumpest couple in Cambridge. She played the cello, he indulged in cinema verite. She had a torrid affair with a chipmunk. Yet through the years, our prairie dogs stayed together, raised two pups, broke their own and other's hearts, lived well. In late 1970's they moved north to farm ginseng. A life made simple by cash. III. Two exquisite blondes, hair blown by the wind, sat in a convertible in the United Nations parking lot and worried: We'll have to change our names, our hairdressers, that diamond collar will have to go, I simply cannot be called Ali -- how about "Alex", I could still respond to that. Ah, to have been born an Irish setter! Abdul replied: I will not dye my hair! I refuse to succumb to war hysteria; we survived the slurs on our sex! If you twitch your eyes at that greyhound one more time, you will sing the castrato's part in a Christian choir! We petition the Kennel Club to re-name the "Afghan". We are monarchist hounds and bark by divine right. How about Northern Alliance Dog? How about Coalition Canine?
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