Miss Christine
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Hot Metal and Blinding Yellow PlasticA Story by Miss ChristineEver wonder who cleans up after a violent death? |
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FiveA Poem by Miss Christine |
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Senryus for DirtbagsA Poem by Miss ChristineA collection of irreverent senryus |
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fruit is patientA Poem by Miss Christine |
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language of fireA Poem by Miss Christine |
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no drought hereA Poem by Miss Christine |
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AdornedA Poem by Miss Christine |
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The ArrangementA Story by Miss Christine |
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what I came forA Poem by Miss Christine |
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thumbsA Poem by Miss Christine |
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