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I Am Here, Come Closer," The Old Donkey Said With Her Eyes. "i Will Mother You.

We Survive Until, By Sheer Stamina, We Escape Into The Dim Innocence Of Our Own Adulthood And Its Forgetfulness.

A Carnival In Daylight Is An Unfinished Beast, Anyway. Rain Makes It A Ghost. The Wheezing Music From The Empty, Motionless Rides In A Soggy, Rained-out Afternoon Midway Always Hit My Chest With A Sweet Ache. The Colored Dance Of Lights In The Seeping Air Flashed The Puddles In The Sawdust With An Oily Glamour.

When Your Mama Was The Geek, My Dreamlets," Papa Would Say, "she Made The Nipping Off Of Noggins Such A Crystal Mystery That The Hens Themselves Yearned Toward Her, Waltzing Around Her, Hypnotized With Longing.

The More Potent, Unasked Question Is How Society At Large Reacts To Eager, Voluntary Violence By Females, And To The Growing Evidence That Women Can Be Just As Aggressive As Men.