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alison dorfman   Martini  
 
dorfman photo   If I had known that particular country club was
charging extra for a side of ketchup,
decapitating mentally retarded kids behind hole 11 of the golf course,
training husbands in cutting edge submission tactics,
placing a close circuit camera on the floor of the women's bathroom,
propitiating Newt, Rush and other Republican friends,
and,
selling the limbs of the decapitated kids to various local merchants
 for God knows what,
I would of never sat on the verandah and ordered that second martini.
Never!




A True Story

Sally liked men in pick-up
trucks. Bill had a blue Ford
& a twinkle in his eye.
No one ever saw Sally again.
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