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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Princess
[time] => 2003-11-15 00:36:45
[hometext] => This was just a way for me to turn the tables and be able to laugh at a tough situation. Although, I'm not sure I have it under the right topic.
[bodytext] => Once upon a fictional time A princess did awake With a man she did recline She knew her heart was at stake The fear in her, she didn’t like She drove him away you see He took off on his motorbike For she wouldn’t hear his plea For a time she did pretend That it didn’t bother her No card or letter did he send Of her, his thoughts must not stir Oh….. the pain within How quickly it does grow Although, she knew it as sin She decided he must go She went about to buy a thing Around she did shop The time was for avenging No, she could not be stopped As she planned to hunt him down Her heart forever stained She asked of him all around town Her intentions all too plain When he heard she had arrived And what she was about It didn’t matter for what she strived He felt he was the lout To her he flew Quick as he could But all she knew Is there he stood When upon him she drew His arms opened wide She had a loose screw And then he died They locked her away But she didn’t care Although she stayed In only her underwear By this tale you now know Of the thoughts I have fed And to what, my time I devote Do you not yet dread? Do you not yet know? I have lost my head! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 31 [informant] => ToriVeigh [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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