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Hero-worship: Idol gossip.
Her phone doesn't quite reach her desk.
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.
-- Robert Herrick (1591-1674) -- To Mistress Susanna Southwell...
Her sewing machine's been out of thread for some time now.
HersheyBORG: Wrappers are futile. Chocolate will be assimilated.
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 163...
HERS, pron. His. -- Ambrose Bierce, "The Devil's Dictionary
Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 61...
Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose.
-- James Aldrich (1810-1856) -- A Death-Bed...
Her synapses are about |that| far apart.
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