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On Looking Back (Limerick) by Dovina

I once had a friend in black, Who felt a twinge in his back. With blood on my knife, He fled for his life, So we never quite got in the sack.

Dovina 22-Feb-06/4:29 PM
Come to think of it, yes. But they're always running off, and I don't know why. Just because of a little blood on a knife I happen to be holding, or because they don't like the breakfast I've prepared. Men are so circumstancial and suspicious. I am so misunderstood. :(




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