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Facinorous Felicity Felicity was evil she was bad to the bone she spoke with an acid tongue an irreverent tone she hated everyone and everything she could her vulgarity and vengeance hidden behind her hood she hated men with passion but women even more every man a ******* and every woman a ***** ***** no one ever knew what made her such a beast she would go for your jugular and make a mighty feast nothing was beneath her her arrogance and guile setting gypsy curses on you if you dare to smile hit you with her buggy whip or set your clothes on fire her lip would curl nastily as she approached a funeral pyre her only known fear was water as the story goes like the evil witch from OZ with her bent crooked nose even constables were frightened of this evil witch they all referred to her as the mean and ugly ***** the rumor has it that she was stabbed with a stake they watched her body slither away just like a snake but every now and then over my shoulder I look back feeling queasy inside seeing visions of her torture rack Gomer LePoet ....
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
Facinorous Felicity
Facinorous Felicity Felicity was evil she was bad to the bone she spoke with an acid tongue an irreverent tone she hated everyone and everything she could her vulgarity and vengeance hidden behind her hood she hated men with passion but women even more every man a ******* and every woman a ***** ***** no one ever knew what made her such a beast she would go for your jugular and make a mighty feast nothing was beneath her her arrogance and guile setting gypsy curses on you if you dare to smile hit you with her buggy whip or set your clothes on fire her lip would curl nastily as she approached a funeral pyre her only known fear was water as the story goes like the evil witch from OZ with her bent crooked nose even constables were frightened of this evil witch they all referred to her as the mean and ugly ***** the rumor has it that she was stabbed with a stake they watched her body slither away just like a snake but every now and then over my shoulder I look back feeling queasy inside seeing visions of her torture rack Gomer LePoet ....
this girl is just plain onery! :)
david-nelson
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
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