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Here you will find poetry, opinion and prose mixed together in roughly equal measure. Add one man available from specialist suppliers only. Stick everything into a blender for five minutes. Stir gently with a wooden spoon, then pour slowly into tall glasses with crushed ice.

No cherries. No little parasols. No curly straws. Let the drink speak for itself.

Even orange girls have feelings despite their short white skirts in which they move like raptors Even orange girls have feelings They feel the switch, the knife, they scheme, they fight, they curse Even orange girls have feelings She was walking in the soft dull rain bleeding from her made-up eyes two streams of white upon her face.

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