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If you want to know how to avoid being caught in a mass shooting, jot down Fio's every word. First, avoid all public gatherings--graduations, rallies, music performances,sporting events. and the like Second, never go shopping, even for food. Third, stay away from all places of worship. Four, don't attend any reunions or family get-togethers. Five, build yourself a hut on a mountain top and stay there for the rest of your life. Or work your tail off to get gun control!
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Fio spent yesterday afternoon going through all her old poems that she could find, although there are probably plenty more floating around the universe and a fair number, mostly political, locked away in the archives of Facebook--not that anyone cares. Poetry, especially that which is rhythmed and rhymed, is passe nowadays.
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Speaking of poetry, here's Fiorella's latest of-the-top-of-her-head rhyme regarding you-know-who:
Faker, faker, call the baker
Roll him up in butcher paper
Light the oven, close the door
Cook him twice and then some more
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One of Fio's few blank verse poems, written many, many years ago:
Dreams are like bubbles
That floats ever upward
Until they burst
And as they shatter
My heart shatters too
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