“I can see why it’s gonna be their last one,”
\na nose-ringed young girl at the Estee Lauder counter is chattering.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Mary Anne MacLeod Trump shudders inwardly,
\nher chin a vice-grip of disdain, and allows a pair of hands
\nto drape her fur over her shoulder.<\/p>\n
“My compact broke,” she’d told her husband The driver watches his mistress’ hair in the rear-view: “Would Madam like to stop anywhere else? “I can see why it’s gonna be their last one,” a nose-ringed young girl at the Estee Lauder counter is chattering. Mrs. Mary Anne MacLeod Trump shudders inwardly, her chin a vice-grip of disdain, and allows a pair of hands to drape her fur over…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[2015,2086],"class_list":["post-27292","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-mary-macleod-trump","tag-the-pixies"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27292","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27292"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27292\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27457,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27292\/revisions\/27457"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27292"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27292"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27292"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand called for the chauffeur, fuming.
\nAnother blonde to welcome into the family!
\nWe’d only just broken the Czech in.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nA Leaning Bouffant of Pisa represented in a concoction of Aqua Net and Brass Balls #109.<\/p>\n
\nA slight but firm head shake informs him to remain on the Expressway.
\nHe shifted. It would be easier to enjoy the quiet
\nif she weren’t so silent.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"