tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219559.post-1089448712345149842004-07-10T10:38:00.000+02:002004-07-10T10:38:32.346+02:00

A highly charged poem A mall chick's out of the rain. She hits the Party Store aisles one two three with a checklist and leaves with her noisemakers and ribbons and a mug with a ceramic erection poking up from the bottom. This is just right for her sister. This is so cute. This is a riot. She is psyched. She requires failsafe devices. She is a highly charged system. She wears her red shirt with

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