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Oct 2011
Mother Mary, now be wary
and watch as my power grows
over sickly Sarah

(who couldn't bear the cross of her fears and woes)

Rattle rattle lost the battle
Death -  
the sinking doggy paddle
and a single shotgun blast.
snowshoecaptain
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