We need only hear her tearful cry of Toto! Toto! as her terrier is bicycled away in the clutches of Miss Gulch to get that old chill, the heartachy twang of childhood injustice (…)
DIME A DOZEN: Fragments from Unwritten Pulp Novels
It was written in the stars.
She wanted no witnesses.
Who was this stranger in her bed?.
She knew every motel from here to Hell.
They found more than rocks on Venus.
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