Her name was Lucy.
She was beautiful.
A mischief filled woman.
The woman everyone wanted.
A fiery temper raged with fury.
Her tongue lashed vehemently.
She spat fire, suffered Halitosis.
Every word was dashed with spice.
Her language was incredible.
Went dating.
Dark dates every weekend with just the ace of spades.
A bad ***** was she.
She corrupted all the boys and girls.
A wicked soul had she.
Wednesday morning up she flew.
The devil rode out at lunchtime.
Her name was Lucy Fer.
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