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	<title>Comments on: Lackey</title>
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	<description>:life is literature</description>
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		<title>By: All and Sundry</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/02/02/lackey-to-the-plastic-surgery-biz/#comment-49910</link>
		<dc:creator>All and Sundry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 16:20:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As I struggle to see through this veil of tears, I am struck by the fact that &quot;Keely&quot; rhymes with &quot;really,&quot; an appropriate association in that Keely is clearly really, really real.  In this world of fake breasts, I am beholden to writers with real backbones, and Keely is blessed with so strong a backbone, I&#039;d be shocked if she can even bend over to tie her shoes.  Am I the only one who wonders what became of the near-mythical Heather to whom Keely refers in the first paragraph of this meisterwerk?  Or her brother, who only wants to serve our great nation but is so tragically stricken with asthma that he must lie to do so?

My soul is all atwitter after reading this, so much so that I am moved to write a poem, which I dearly pray Keely will find worthy of her perusal:

In a world so phony and fake
I feel like an undernourished mandrake
Or perhaps like an alien washed ashore
His spaceship shot down in a war
Of man versus nature, and man is winning
Through artificial breasts and surgical thinning
Oh!  My soul for just a glimpse
Past the prostitutes and pimps
Who crack the whips and never stop
Making me cry, my tears they plop
And water sadness like it was a crop
Thank heaven in this world, there&#039;s a Keely Hyslop


I think that says it all.  Bless you, Ms. Hyslop, for your beautiful, almost supernatural talent.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As I struggle to see through this veil of tears, I am struck by the fact that &#8220;Keely&#8221; rhymes with &#8220;really,&#8221; an appropriate association in that Keely is clearly really, really real.  In this world of fake breasts, I am beholden to writers with real backbones, and Keely is blessed with so strong a backbone, I&#8217;d be shocked if she can even bend over to tie her shoes.  Am I the only one who wonders what became of the near-mythical Heather to whom Keely refers in the first paragraph of this meisterwerk?  Or her brother, who only wants to serve our great nation but is so tragically stricken with asthma that he must lie to do so?</p>
<p>My soul is all atwitter after reading this, so much so that I am moved to write a poem, which I dearly pray Keely will find worthy of her perusal:</p>
<p>In a world so phony and fake<br />
I feel like an undernourished mandrake<br />
Or perhaps like an alien washed ashore<br />
His spaceship shot down in a war<br />
Of man versus nature, and man is winning<br />
Through artificial breasts and surgical thinning<br />
Oh!  My soul for just a glimpse<br />
Past the prostitutes and pimps<br />
Who crack the whips and never stop<br />
Making me cry, my tears they plop<br />
And water sadness like it was a crop<br />
Thank heaven in this world, there&#8217;s a Keely Hyslop</p>
<p>I think that says it all.  Bless you, Ms. Hyslop, for your beautiful, almost supernatural talent.</p>
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		<title>By: RScott</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/02/02/lackey-to-the-plastic-surgery-biz/#comment-49847</link>
		<dc:creator>RScott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It hurts to read such posts. I, too, have the willies in a good way. I tingle with anticipation for the next post about this saga, though, sadly, it seems, such anticipation shan&#039;t be rewarded, as it&#039;s been a fortnight since Keely&#039;s graced this page with her gritty, naked prose. 

Sigh. 

&quot;All the world&#039;s a stage, yet I have no script.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It hurts to read such posts. I, too, have the willies in a good way. I tingle with anticipation for the next post about this saga, though, sadly, it seems, such anticipation shan&#8217;t be rewarded, as it&#8217;s been a fortnight since Keely&#8217;s graced this page with her gritty, naked prose. </p>
<p>Sigh. </p>
<p>&#8220;All the world&#8217;s a stage, yet I have no script.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: martha</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/02/02/lackey-to-the-plastic-surgery-biz/#comment-1023</link>
		<dc:creator>martha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 02:49:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This broke my heart.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This broke my heart.</p>
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		<title>By: Lisa Wells</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/02/02/lackey-to-the-plastic-surgery-biz/#comment-949</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisa Wells</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 03:06:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How is one ergonomically evaluated, I wonder? And are the plastic surgeons you&#039;re writing for even capable of treating carpal tunnel? 

You&#039;ve painted a sinister picture Miss Hyslop. It gives me the willies...in a good way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How is one ergonomically evaluated, I wonder? And are the plastic surgeons you&#8217;re writing for even capable of treating carpal tunnel? </p>
<p>You&#8217;ve painted a sinister picture Miss Hyslop. It gives me the willies&#8230;in a good way.</p>
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		<title>By: roz warren</title>
		<link>http://www.400words.com/2007/02/02/lackey-to-the-plastic-surgery-biz/#comment-940</link>
		<dc:creator>roz warren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 12:12:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You read online poems to escape from reality and I go to this website and ingest great pieces like this. The details in your piece are fascinating -- I had asolutely no idea that anybody cared about forehead creases. Keep up the good work!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You read online poems to escape from reality and I go to this website and ingest great pieces like this. The details in your piece are fascinating &#8212; I had asolutely no idea that anybody cared about forehead creases. Keep up the good work!</p>
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