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edgar a's raven (Free verse) by Garrett S Sexton

I was born a bastard a bastard I was born a plastered bastard bastard a bastard for evermore And even though a drunken bastard a drunken bastard sworn under oath to be a bastard a bastard evermore And if you think this bastard poem has an end the bastard bloody well doesn't the bastard never ends. bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard bastard till it hurts bastard, bastard, bastard

Bachus 7-Dec-02/3:34 PM
you left out the end: bastard, bastard, till it squirts.
there is only one thing wrong with the tale. it's a preposterous lie. you're a spoiled brat with both parents...a bastard's hanger on-er and that my friend makes you camp, to say the least.




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