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If you even suspect you might find jokes about minors reenacting corprophagia between major religious figures offensive, then you really shouldn't read this poem.

August 24:It has been a busy day on my beat.We visited a house in Golf Green to investigate a theft.Can't really call it a theft.What happened was this.Mrs Sen had invited her new neighbour Mrs Das for afternoon tea.Mrs Das was wearing beautiful ornaments.Mrs Sen was impressed.A few days later Mrs Das again visited the Sens,with a small request.Her ornaments had been sent for polishing.So could Mrs Sen please lend her diamond necklace.Generally,Mrs Sen does not lend her stuff to anyone.But in this case she made an exception.Neither Mrs Das nor the necklace were to be found again.It seemed that the Das family had requested the owner of the flat to let them stay only for a month and he had acceded.Well the family reported the matter to us,the police.We have thoroughly combed the Das' flat.There are certainly no clues there.Our inspector has sent Mrs Das' descriptive portrait to all police stations.Lets see what happens.

My part in all this? I guess I won't know 'til It's over. Guess I Won't know even then, Unless there's something after: Say they make us watch A video-screen, can our Laughter, hold our eyes

One person leaves frequently laden down shiny black bin liner.

So there I was, on the phone with the most popular girl in school, at 11. "Sorry I'm calling so late. I forgot what the math homework was and she's gonna kill me if I don't hand it in again." "Oh," Ok, I was really disappointed. People just use me. Noboy likes me. "Ok, so that's not the reason I'm calling. You see, there's gonna be a concert Friday, My Chemical Romance'll be playing, and I wanted to know if you want to come with me..." The walking angel asked me to the concert I was trying to prevent. So what was I supposed to say? "Sure," my plans were ruined. "Great, I'll see you tomorrow!" a dead phone line rang in my ear as I stood there in disbelief. Disbelief that she asked me, it was probably a prank, she doesn't like me, nobody does, and disbelief that I accepted.

We'll talk art and sup Dubonnet in a gallery in Dunstable. I'll show you the Monet if you show me your Constable.

To all the good friends that I've known, My experience in Thailand lately has not been remarkable. Phetchaburi, the city I live in, is the center of a large farming area. My university has one 9-story building and if you go the top of it, you look out on a view of rice-farms and palm trees for as far as the eye can see.

THE WOMAN WHO DIED YOUNG There can never be a peak without a decline . Persis was all about elegant decadence in the '80s . But once the factory chimneys spewed more venom than smoke , she faded away as well as her slow dancing , the twist like the magician's flirtation with the evening clientelle . The lanes and by-lanes on her body given a new sheen can never get back that splendid '80s look ------- when money was about class and seldom revealed itself despite the lavishness . Persis is getting back on her feet but looks a much older woman , almost a hag .