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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.

Blue Magpie 23-Feb-06/12:27 AM
It would work better, in my not-so-humble opinion if you had the metre right, as in---------

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




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