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  • Mar 28 / 2016
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Your Weekly Politickle: EASTER EGG HUNT


Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:

Across the Net arrayed:
A Hillary cavalcade.
Instead of eggs,
Collect jpegs
Of every pantsuit shade.

Easter Morning
From the archive

What do liberals and feminists say
About women exploited today?
They say, “Women are hens,
So let’s keep them in pens
To collect all the eggs that they lay.”

“Whistling at my shapely legs
Violates my rules and regs,
But I’ll drop pretense
And take no offense
If you want to buy my eggs.”

Last week’s limerick

On a phone or computer or pod,
These exclamatory letters are odd:
When you breathe your last breath
And can no longer text,
Will you log off and cry, “Oh, my God!”?

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  • Oct 29 / 2008
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Room with a Boo

Room with a Boo

Halloween at 31A Hunt St., Brockton, Mass.

This is our first house, in Brockton, Massachusetts. We lived there 1986-89. There were two families of Cape Verdeans next door who always invited us to their parties and shared their wonderful food with us. My favorite was something they called pastel, a scrumptious fried fish pie that contributed mightily to the destruction of my theretofore trim physique! One Halloween, we cut a jack-o-lantern face in an old window shade and hung it in our upstairs bedroom. We had a long driveway, but you could see it all the way from the street, and all the kids in the neighborhood loved it.

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