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28 July 2010

the night she took a slice off the moon

It was dark,
but not dark enough.
Amber backlit suburban rooftops.

She wanted to be hidden,
invisible, to not exist.
But she did.

She wanted to know who he was,
wondered where he was now.
She didn't know him at all.
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Rhonda Perky’s Bits is exactly that – life in bite sized chunks. Expect exposés when Miss Perky Goes Under the Covers, Lessons Learned with Adventure Girl, as well as guest blogs from Mad Julie, Roberta Bust, The Desert Foxx, and many more.



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Rhonda Perky describes herself as 'kinky, perky and a little bit quirky.' She enjoys going under-the-covers to discover tips and tricks for the uninitiated.

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