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Papoose Doorbelle

Papoose is a technical writer, technical editor, copy-editor, web designer, programmer, publisher and technical trainer with a degree from Rutgers University and additional coursework at Chubb Institute and NYU-SCPS. Papoose specializes in educational game theory for younger generations.

Fantasy Papoose PG-7
Fiction for All Ages by Papoose

Bees Need to Eat
Poem about bee food by Papoose

Spoon & Fork
Cutlery-based limerick by Papoose

Never Sunny In Brooklyn
Short prose poetry piece by Papoose

French Pig
This is the first poem Papoose ever wrote at age 9.

French Pig II
The naked pig drama continues by Papoose.

The Distraction Prelude
One of the first fictional pieces written by Papoose

Backstroke
Prose poetry piece by Papoose

Morning After
Romantic fiction short story by Papoose

The Kitchen
Dark romantic fiction by Papoose

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