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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Giant ball of flames
stalks horizon for dozers.
An alarm buzzes.

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Looking at bulldog
licking … “I wish I could do that.”
“That dog would bite you-u-u!”

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Online shopping can’t
compare to joy of parking,
crowds and dirty aisles.

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Cruel dressing, to have
ungainly paper socks to
mask those turkey legs.

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Ringtone brings world to
standstill. New voice pierces gloom
with friendly nuance.

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His heart went tump-tump
as he tumped over the pans
fixin’ to fix lunch.

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