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Petal pie Apr 2013
I once knew a lass called Louise
Who had a penchant for smelly cheese
She got camembert
Stuck in her hair
And said 'that'll be good for the fleas!'
Petal pie Apr 2013
Wont you just stop hounding me
I don´t want you here no more
I´ve truly had enough
of you howling at my door.



If I let you in
I´m ripe for attack
I won´t breathe
for your weight on my back



You squash any joy
with your huge black paws
Stamp out my light
I´m in the grip of your jaws.



You´re baying for my blood
You feed on my esteem
growl in my sleep
drool gloom into my dreams



You rip out my peace
and drag it away
you bury it deep
inject doubt when i pray



I need an antidote
for your poisonous bite
Won´t you help me Lord?
Friends please help me fight?
As i cant rest at all tonight



I need to unlock my mind
from your vicious puzzle
but until then black dog,
I´m gonna buy you a big mean muzzle!

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