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Planet SCAM

 

  Verifying your identity on Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing is impossible. I will self-publish elsewhere and hex them like Hershey and Mattel with babies in the wolves' den and fentanyl Barbies. 😠 I'm irate. They might bugger themselves with their asshole intelligence for all I care. I'm the Real deal. 🤮

Purple Witch's Crystal Ball

  It's official, I'm a certified tour guide at Crystal Cave. Purple Witch got her crystal ball. I dreamed that we were having supper in the cave the night before my first day. She told me, "See you tomorrow". I saw a totes Scooby Doo ghost during my first "lights out" that day. I've not seen the likes of that since. That's the good news, 'witch is very good. Now, for the bad, anybody that knows me knows that I'm only an alright witch, neither good or bad. I'm having a hell of a time verifying my identity on Amazon. I'm getting to the point that I'm going to have to hex them like Hershey's and Mattel. It's not my fault. 😠
 

Red Witch's Ram

   Red Witch got her smiling pet, Cernunnos, from Crystal Cave. Hopefully Purple Witch will be scoring a new amethyst crystal ball soon. Trying to verify my identity on Amazon is a lot harder than pulling teeth. Spare me! Same difference as adopting from a shelter. Planet SCAM! 😠

Easter in Gettysburg

 

Gettysburg Spring

Dreams 3/22

 3/22

  I was going through my Easter basket; Mummy was with me. She asked me what I was going to do with my hydration station and the twenty-five dollars that she had given me. I told her that I’d probably buy more clay. She asked how many dolls I could make with a block of clay. I told her, three. She said, “That’s good!” Then Ron woke me up banging on my door with Frankie. I gave him the finger and slept on the couch. 

  The second dream took place at an aquarium. Mummy and Becky Galbraith were there. Becky and I had made up. There were enormous hatchet fish, and I showed Mummy how big they were with my hands. I was looking for a bathroom when a guy from the group pointed out some barbs, sleek black fish. 

  The third dream should’ve been epic, but I am so sleep deprived. It began alongside the car in a parking lot on a class trip to a fair. I had lots of girlfriends along, but none that I recognized from real life. I wanted to make an old-fashioned plastic mermaid. The female vendor told me that it would cost ten to thirty-five dollars. I said that my money was in my bag in the car. My girlfriend said that she’d lend me the money. The vendor was showing me plastic bags filled with odd things: emblems, Mucha sorts of designs, and other old-fashioned stuff, but nothing like the little mermaids that were supposedly do-it-yourself from a pressed mold, I presumed. The last bag had a polished bronze relief of Neptune fixed to a piece of clear turquoise plastic, something like a little fishing rod, a tiny compass, and other brassy fixings. I took that one. My teacher or chaperone, a tall white middle-aged man, was talking to somebody about canceling a loan. I passed a big bin full of things like a navy-blue wool stuffed elephant. We were heading towards the car when Ron had the actual gall to wake me up again. Then he asked me for breakfast. I told him that I’d fix him a middle finger sandwich along with a thank God Dana isn’t running away omelet.

 

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two 

Revenge of the Dream Hog

The Apple Orchard

The Apple Orchard

Have you the time to spend

with the quiet patriot, Robert Townsend?

He was hiding for hundreds of years,

from glories, not fears.

Time to make his acquaintance, friend. 

He played with his siblings in Oyster Bay,

in the apple trees,

round Raynham way.

Eight children, and the bees,

apple blossoms,

swinging possums,

blissful, happy, 

daring, scrappy. 

Samuel Townsend was their Pappy. 

He owned three ships,

that were well equipped, 

Glasgow, Sarah, and Sally,

laden with goods to stock the galley:

beeswax, barrel staves, butter, rums,

molasses, calico, plums,

fetching quite a sum.

He sailed to England

and back, again. 

Then the limeys came

and took over the manor,

waving their English banner. 

They cut down 

all the apple trees

and built a fort.

The Townsends cried.

Rebellion caught up in the breeze. 

Captain Simcoe loved

little sister, Sally.

He gave her a valentine,

thinking her very fine. 

He kissed her little hand, gloved, 

knowing it impossible.

She did not think him horrible,

not at all.

He was sweet; he was tall.

It wasn’t enough. 

Little Sally was very tough. 

She kept him enthralled. 

Our Robert met Abraham Woodhull,

at his cousin’s boarding house,

living quiet as a mouse,

playing backgammon, having a ball. 

Abe whispered of Washington’s spy ring. 

Robert was perfect, he’d never sing. 

They used Jay’s invisible ink,

sweet Sally, the secret link. 

The little queen had quite the sting. 

Packed with enemy ships was Oyster Bay,

Robert Townsend gave them away. 

Counterfeiters, gun boats,

anything afloat. 

And, oh, Captain Townsend could ride!

Who would keep up with his secretive stride?

Paul Revere?

With the enemy by his side

Robert Townsend kept an open ear.

723

was his number, you see?

Culper Junior,

Woodhull was Senior.

What’s a name?

Another game.

Robbie hobnobbed,

snobbed,

with the braggarts

and officers,

faggots, and swaggers. 

They were vain.

He was sly,

maybe Washington’s greatest spy. 

After hours, he’d remain,

so near,

no beer,

keeping it clear.

What they divulged!

Fat, drunken limeys,

never a stymie,

and our Robbie let them indulge. 

He told Washington all about the rangers.

Sister Sally helped,

she wasn’t a stranger. 

Washington came to rely

upon the intelligence of his special spy. 

Culper Junior hoped he helped. 

Loyal letters,

disinformation,

getting better,

Junior passed

to Culper, there,

when he so dared,

so fast,

revelation. 

Washington, himself, 

humble and stealth,

knew not his true name. 

Culper Junior knew no fame. 

But, oh, he was good,

doing what he could, 

saving the French fleet!

Secret scorpion, so neat!

Britain bought the bluff,

fake news, faker funds,

enough was enough!

Dirty spies,

in disguise, 

His horse galloped across the schrunds

from Holy Ground,

the last packet,

over the sound,

wind in his jacket.

We had won, friend,

it was the end.

He had a ball,

but that was all.

He lived across the alley

with sister Sally. 

Thank Robert and his sister.

You probably missed her. 

So, The Royal Navy,

and all its beaus,

America’s foes, 

King George, himself, maybe, 

fell from his sting.

We did not want a king. 

Our country’s past,

will we last?

With another Robert Townsend or two,

heroes are so few.

My tale is true.

Listen, I’ve got a secret, I do. 

Selected Poems by Dana Lee

DOC

Fanging with Claude

  I've started another musical satire of the same name. I will be working on a doll too. I get obsessed, I do. This poem was inspired by Longfellow's The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere. I was at his grave in England, Longfellow, that is. I'm a big fan.

Easter Update

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Spring Cleaning Sale

  It's that time of year again, I need money for Gettysburg. Save big on original art and my collection in my Ebay shop for a limited time. 🎕

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  Very excited! Easter would have been Purple Witch's fiftieth birthday. Last year was not the first time we celebrated our birthdays in Gettysburg. In fact, Blue Witch was born the last week, April 15th, we are each a week apart. I'm the first and oldest. Now that Mummy's gone; she was born on Halloween, I'm Supreme. Ron has booked me the Sweney room, the only room in the old house that I haven't stayed, at the Farnsworth House. Little Ron and the witches certainly will be coming along. There is a desk, and maybe the epic poem, The Apple Orchard, about Robert Townsend, George Washington's spy in New York, will be complete. It is running round my mind, and my research has led me way around TURN, which I love and have watched twice. The poem will be the outline for my next musical satire of the same name. There certainly will be a Robert Townsend doll. He was a Scorpio, and I don't know why I write from a man's point of view. I always seem to. Anyway, I will TTYL... Arthur is begging me. It is likely because Peter Rabbit came right up to us in the backyard. It was bizarre, and I thought, oh, my ghoul, Starve Acre. 🐰Why don't we have hares and hedgehogs in Pennsylvania? Release the hedgies! 

The Collins Port Inn

 

The Collins Port Inn Season Six

 

Arm & Hammer Kitty Krew

  Sir Frankie Crisp and I have just joined the Arm & Hammer Kitty Krew. I discovered it on his Double Duty kitty litter box. I wanted to score a charm bracelet, but they are out. I get great deals at the little market, Grocery Outlet Bargain Market, but it's often not brand new stuff. The Halloween tortilla chips I scored for ninety-seven cents are killer, so I'll take it. Arthur and I get to go to parties at PetSmart and other fun stuff. I just discovered that I can take him to the Historic Smithton Inn in Ephrata, next on my list. There's a dog park in Ephrata, and he travels so well, a proper gent. I'm going to a tropical fish event on Saturday at PetSmart. It's nice that I have something just for Frankie. We got high dollar natural litter the day we picked him up, Shiner's burial. It was terrible stuff, really pissy. We bought Tidy Cat once because it was cheap. It's nearly as bad. I love Double Duty clumping litter. It is easy clean-up. I clean Frankie's box every day. Someday he'll get a litter robot, but right now Countess Po' Ass can use some samples and freebies. I hope I'm getting more at PetSmart this weekend. Three aquariums can get expensive. I hope to get some Indian pea puffer fish at Petco some time when I'm down a Betta. I realize PetSmart is trying to compete, but Petco's warranties are twice as long, and their freaky fab staff is twice as nice. It won't be easy. They do take better care of their fish though. Sometimes I think about working at Petco. I'm pretty busy though. I'm making a Saint Patrick's Day doll from my Victorian Ornaments book that I got at The Mad Hatter for three dollars. I'm down to three projects in that book out of eleven, and I just got it this past fall. It's a lot of fun. I finished Hot Blood and want to get my rat pack done for the return of The Collins Port Inn. I have to begin The Apple Orchard, an epic poem about Robert Townsend, George Washington's Revolutionary War spy in New York. I hope that leads to another musical satire even before IKE. Ron and my brother don't consider art work. 😹

Kitty Krew

Hot Blood 

The Collins Port Inn

  Oh, my ghoul, I haven't had internet all week, it's comcastic! The instruction manual must've been in English! Wart speed my lily white ass! In the meantime, my wrath has nearly completed the rat pack. I'm wrapping up Filthy Phil right now. Stay tuned... TTYL! 🍀