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On camping in the wilderness

I can hear the little girls outside playing house
complete with the plastic jewel draped drama
of fainting onto an unsuspecting Ken
which inevitably leads to mournful death
just when the babydoll birthrate is at its peak
and the always imminent danger
of lava-dwelling crocodiles
is even more imminent
than usual.

I sigh.


Written by jolais
Published | Edited 27th Aug 2011
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