Poem 05 16 2010
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Fem Fatal
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She liked to keep score
And was often found within a coven of whore
After her crotch was dripping and sore
She longed anew for someone different to adore
To be the one she would ignore
He only wanted to look at her more
To be, too soon, body and spirit poor
Soul divided among her gore
Forgetting her an untenable chore
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Thomas Paul Murphy
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Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy
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