By: David W. Clare

The river was dredged in the night
Frogmen swam to and fro...

They found the knife she tossed in
It rained hard the next day...
she knew she'd sinned...

She ran away to mothers!

I tried to bury the axe and leave town
My train got derailed once again
The local church wouldn't let me in...

Another **** vendetta

Her stiletto heals are still under my cheap motel room bed, the sheets are still blood stained red...

Women can't shut up: they must have the last word ending it all with a period...

The vendetta...


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