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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.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 24-Feb-06/4:54 PM
Racism 5 by Dovina

I once had a friend who was black.
I stabbed him eight times in the back.
He fell to the floor
And I stabbed him some more
Then pummelled his head with a jack.




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