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Yes, please, and then I'd like a mini quiche. But seriously, another treasure for my answers box. These just seem to come effortlessly for you, and again I say, an enviable talent, sir.

With apologies... It was urination I know And it might have ended right there in the bowl Just a pi$$ing stream, just a shiver shake And I might have gone on my way empty-bladdered It was micturition, you see Standing at the urinal, trying to pee Then I hit the cake and next moment it...

Inspired by giveitmybest's recent lovely Sestina. Thank you. My mother’s face is gullies etched in clay. Her once lush hair, gone sparse and brittle, hangs to her shoulders in thin strings. She beckons to me, puts a finger to her lips in “hush,” asks me, Sara, can you hear my music, demands...