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<title>fluffyfoo: Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction</title>
<tagline>fluffyfoo: Works of poetry and prose published at Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction</tagline>
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<modified>2008-03-31T20:22:18Z</modified>
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<name>fluffyfoo</name>
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<title>A Chicken Joke</title>
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<name>fluffyfoo</name>
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<issued>2008-03-31T12:46:50Z</issued>
<modified>2008-03-31T12:46:50Z</modified>
<summary>A joke with chikcnes</summary>
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Ha ha!  I've got a good joke for you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, what is it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why did the human cross the road?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To get to the other side!  Ha ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh Foghorn that was eggcelent!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=47&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Easter Sunday</title>
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<name>fluffyfoo</name>
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<issued>2008-03-22T04:14:07Z</issued>
<modified>2008-03-22T04:14:07Z</modified>
<summary>Easter is a great day because all my fmaily comes home</summary>
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Nobody's writing on the site this week and i think it's because this week is Easter week and everyone is driving to have spend Easter with grandparents and relatives.  My brother Jeff lives in Mishigan and he's coming home today and my sister Elen is home from college.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorow we'll have a speshal Ester breakfast and we'll go to church then we'll have a big ham dinner and there'll be alot of people around.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This week Sundays my favorite day of the week, but next week it migt be something diffrent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=47&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Fake Fall</title>
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<name>fluffyfoo</name>
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<issued>2008-01-04T06:56:45Z</issued>
<modified>2008-01-04T06:56:45Z</modified>
<summary>fluffy the foo forgave his friends who faked a fall</summary>
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fluffy, the frazzled foo, fought for five faithful friends, who faked falling fifteen floors.  forgiven for their fateful faked fall, fluffy's five friends fainted, and fell fifty floors.  Foom!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=47&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>I Like Christmas</title>
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<name>fluffyfoo</name>
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<issued>2007-12-03T07:51:26Z</issued>
<modified>2007-12-03T07:51:26Z</modified>
<summary>My poems about Christmas</summary>
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christmas is the best&lt;br&gt;my favorite time of year&lt;br&gt;with presents and stuff&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;santa claus is fat&lt;br&gt;but he still gives nice presents&lt;br&gt;I like that alot &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;candy canes are great&lt;br&gt;they have got red and white stripes&lt;br&gt;and taste so yummy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=47&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Thankful Free Verse</title>
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<issued>2007-11-18T11:46:46Z</issued>
<modified>2007-11-18T11:46:46Z</modified>
<summary>Things I'm thankful for</summary>
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I'm thankful that my poem doesnt have to rhyme&lt;br&gt;because I'm not good at that sort of thing&lt;br&gt;I'm thankful that I don't have to use a meter&lt;br&gt;because I prefer inches and feet (hee hee)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm thankful for lots of other stuff,&lt;br&gt;like mum and dad and even my sister&lt;br&gt;and I should be more thankful for lots of things&lt;br&gt;instead of just taking it for granet all the time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=47&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Honey I Shrunk The Kid</title>
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<issued>2007-11-05T04:58:48Z</issued>
<modified>2007-11-05T04:58:48Z</modified>
<summary>I did a comedy act on tv, but then we had a problem when it was all over.</summary>
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It was so exciting to be on TV, I'd never done anything like it before in my life.  I couldnt see them all but there were lots and lots of people watching me while I did my comedy act.  I think they were laughing but it was hard to tell because all I could hear was the laughtrack.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I know dad is watching because I can see him sitting in the den with a great big grin on his face.  Wow his face is so big I never noticed that big mole on his chin before.  Its humungos!  And hairy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd never noticed that before. I guess thats what you get when they shrink you down small enough to be on tv.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When my show is over, dad helps me climb out of the tv set, but then the machine that shrinks me breaks and they cant get me back to normal size.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its fine with me because I like being this size.  Except when it was supper time I almost fell in my bowl of soup and drowned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=47&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>It Was a Job at McDonald's for Pete's Sake!</title>
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<issued>2007-10-29T03:29:51Z</issued>
<modified>2007-10-29T03:29:51Z</modified>
<summary>I got fired from my job flipping burgers at McDonalds.  I don't want to tell my mom.</summary>
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It was a job at McDonald's for Pete's sake!  Who gets fired from flipping burgers?  And who &lt;i&gt;cares&lt;/i&gt; if they get fired from flipping burgers?  Nobody likes to smell like burger grease at the end of the day anyway, because when you go out on a date the girls don't say to you, &amp;quot;You smell so nice.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But mum and dad will get really mad, I know.  They will say that it shows I lack responsibility and a work ethic.  So I didn't go right home.  I drove around town for two hours and got home just when I would have if I'd been working all afternoon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I didn't smell like burger grease, so mom knew I hadn't been at work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Where have you been?&amp;quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I told her I was fired from McDonald's and waited for her to yell at me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She smiled and said, &amp;quot;There will be other jobs,&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Do you want some apple pie with ice cream?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think someone stole my mum. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=47&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>FluffyFoo Hikes A Mountain</title>
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<issued>2007-10-13T18:31:47Z</issued>
<modified>2007-10-13T18:31:47Z</modified>
<summary>FluffyFoo hikes a mountain and gets eaten by a bear</summary>
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When I reached the top of the mountain, I was too tired to look at anything.  I was exhausted.  So I lay down on the rocks, with my backpack for a pillow, and I closed my eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Three hours later I woke up, and I was in excrutiating pain.  I looked around, but saw nothing that could be causing this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I looked at my arm and it was bright red.  I sunburned.  All my friends were standing around laughing at me.  And some strangers too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was mad, and I stomped off by myself. Then I got lost because it was getting dark and I was too mad to pay attention to the trail.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then a bear came and saw me, and he was hungry.  He growled and I screamed.  Then he ate me and I died.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wait.  That can't be right.  Hum.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=47&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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