Bloody men
Let me never be a father
Single, Ticket
Exactly what I am
He burst from the cake, naked
He was captured in the valley of the women
Jenkins, all too clearly it is time.
Pinnochio
It was late September, wet
I had just poured a glass of wine
It was then that I started to scream.
In the park, daffodils
He put one hand on my manuscript, the other down my dress
BLOOMERS
When I was young I believed in intellectual conversation
A good-looking secretary, blonde
CHICKEN
The groans men use
BLACK
Smooth as a swan, and as vicious
RED
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