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Fast forward my life
Go to when the glass shoe fits
Skip all the sad parts.
A Cinderella Fantasy
poem
Escapee
I escaped the confines of Hairific
For I never got a chance to tell my story.
I think I deserve my fair share of sympathy.
My hair is reedy and flat;
You could say a close cousin to a doormat.
Searching for the right mousse is always a quest.
So hard to look my best.
So – do I get a groaner?
Hairific: Fried Day
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A Series of Ludicrously Bad Hair Days, Day 5, see Day 4
[Poetry dominates short story]
A man known as Cowlick comes out of the one restroom and raises his voice, “There’s no fire. I, uh, I lit a match because . . . to freshen the air. . .” He scowls at the woman known as Singed, who stands close to the restroom, speaking directly to her. “I didn’t know we have a human smoke detector.”
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Hairific: Wiggy Wednesday
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A Series of Ludicrously Bad Hair Days, Day 3; see Day 2
[Poetry mashed with a short story]
Rebecca, who is known in their circle as Thin Hair, and Harry, who we know is False Hairy, find a coffee shop near the place of group therapy. They eye each other hungrily, as they feel the heat emanate from their respective chemistries.
“False Hairy, I hope you won’t think me forward, but as an older woman, I tend to get straight to the point. You make my heart beat as I gaze at your face so sweet.”
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Hairific: Toupee Tuesday
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A Series of Ludicrously Bad Hair Days, Day 2; see Day 1
[Poetry crashing into a short story]
“My toupee has blown away!” False Hairy screams.
“Everyone, please don’t move.” Maddie turns off the ceiling fan and apologizes, “I’m sorry, False Hairy, for forgetting some of us have hair that may go astray while the fan moves like a schizo UFO.”
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What If . . .
. . . you stop worrying,
complaining,
raging,
self-loathing,
self-pitying,
the world would be . . .
. . . better.
Simplicity without complicity,
Go for felicity,
Roll with what you can’t control,
Do your best at your own behest,
then life would be . . .
. . . bearable,
sensible,
Even beautiful.
Race to Ace
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Always up at dawn
Ninety-hour work week pace
Fast heart attack track.
Waiting to Bestow
A book inside me,
Patiently waiting to thrill;
When will it appear?
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Terrormania
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Phantom pain of amputees
Writhe with agony,
The disquieting silence of the limbs.
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Blossom
Awake, awake!
Rise and shine,
Bloom freely,
Let the light shine through you.
Fresh start,
A new beginning.
Happy Easter!
Karina Pinella 
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