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Lace
Lace
A red satin gown dripping to the floor, Her features caressed within A golden flow of locks, That rests upon her pretty head She stands above her husband, His body below, dead French blade gripped tightly, Crimson stained Lace's husband has cheated, But now he's defeated |
Wow...These are some old threads
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damn, though it was about blood & lace, very bloody 70's film
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this a thread for poems?
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It isn't SUPPOSED to be about poems...Those should go in the writing forum
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yeah, so all the artistic peeps can display their work.
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yup
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I'm artistic, i should post there......
there once was a man called ned he had a dog called ted but once the dog knew he was called ted he bit off his owners head. |
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Old Macdonald sitting on a bench
Beating his meat with a monkey wrench Missed his meat and hit his balls Bled all over his overhauls |
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