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Don't Always Believe your Eyes

On a nice day walking down the street,

A sweet little lady enjoyed the summer heat.

 

Long blonde hair, skinny and tall,

Had no problem with guys, she could get them all.

 

Some say shes perfect, some say magical.

Some say mysterious, most just say wonderful.

 

But this lady isnt perfect, she has a deep secret.

Its so dark and precious that its easy to keep it.

 

Her blindingly beautiful smile is different from most.

She sinks her sharp teeth into the neck of her host.

 

She lives in a coffin and hates garlic too.

Oh how her beautiful eyes,

 

...have been fooling you.

 

Yes shes a vampire who comes out at night.

Just lurking through the graves waiting to bite.

 

****I know this one is goofy, but I was in a childish mood when I wrote it. Hope it was enjoyable and provided you with a chuckle.

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