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Welcome back Lone Reader (and thanks for finding) the all new and mildly improved HYENA KITCHEN -The Great White North location. All of the old posts (soon to be archieved here) are still viewable at www.hkitchen.blogspot.com . However, since the page won't let me back in via any known password I might have dreamed - the rants, reviews, obits, odd news story - and now short fiction and poetry - will continue and find a new voice (and hggsopefully a new reader or two) here. I promise to (try) and post on a more regular schedule and try not to let the Canadian surroundings temper my venom.

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