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Tomorrow's Evening News
TOMORROWS EVENING NEWS I've wedded to this state of wealth I've known, yet feel the seeds of youth that need be sown, and through it all, my woman's made me pause, reflecting on what's more than -- just because, and drove my mind insane and not mine own. The master's Raven's tapping at my door, And warns I say goodbye forevermore. There's not one dastardly thing I'd not do, nor any vile of life I'd not pursue, in claiming her to be as I would say, beholding to my chest, then caste away, how love should never be, nor come unto! Her breasts, those tits, my lifelong loving whore, So quoth the Raven, Love them nevermore. But what she bares to me, I shan't refuse. Though evil is our way--God! What's the use? no young of life has suckled with such glee, well knowing death of her is death of me, and knowing well, our end will make the news. And as Poe's Raven tap's here on our door. I use her cutlery to do my chore. © 2002 ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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