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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 24-Feb-06/10:39 AM
Yes, it was painful. You see, I only wanted iambic rhythm, nothing fancy. Let me count it for you:

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.




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