Out there lies culture
and adventure, places
to discover next.

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Still time, scolds the wry
observer, to honor this
year’s resolutions.

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Letters and numbers
tell tale of shipping routes to
doorsteps and signees.

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Sitting in one spot
isn’t anti-social, just
cornering market.

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No one believes in
Thanksgiving in a cup. Proof
is in the dressing.

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Every block dons its
gay apparel to greet guests
for festivities.

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Many mamas in
the making. Hope it’s not some
infantile outburst.

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I’m addicted to
the dreidel, but only till
I win back my beans.

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Not using bags or
boxes or paper. Lazy
or eco-friendly?

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Turntables, talent,
exhibits, networking, Gen
Y takes up the cause.

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Grownups’ chat becomes
wrestle time for moppets when
Sandman runs behind.

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Post-modern sketches
grace bare walls as onlookers
nibble on cheeses.

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Dark half-circles stain
underside of eyes, fixed marks
of poor sleep schedule.

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Autumn is summer
in Southern clime, when outside
it’s 72.

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Banana, peanuts,
Diet Coke and vitamins.
No time for real meal.

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