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Bloody cow (Free verse) by ==Doylum

I met her on the monday morn She was for me, and we were sworn to marry on the next full moon but tarry you say tis to soon I met her on the monday morn By tuesday eve she'd slept with Sean I hate the bitch she's ruined my life I'll have no slag for a wife I met her on the monday morn I slew her on the neighbours lawn Her mother said the most terrible things I've taken back the engagment rings

Robert K Foster 16-Aug-02/5:26 AM
as to the last comment--you owe reality nothing! aside from the fact that this poem is very weak, your last response tells me that you've restricted yourself in the world of reality--sacrifice that for the sake of the sounds in the poem. Giving an attitude to a valid critique will only serve to flaunt your amateur status and alienate you from the people who actually car about these types of things.




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