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RedRita,RedRita as red as her margarita. 
So beautiful they whisper the men. Little do they know she is only a sin. Not as cold as ice 
nor as hot 
as fire but warm and scented to mens desires. She is the eve that adam could never look 
away.She is the apples skin as ripe and luious as her lips. She is the snake that coils 
arounds the tree of knowlege sithering with her sliky smooth scales. She is all there hopes 
and though her they are inspired. A dress so bright and red makes other women hate and 
dread the woman say that her beauty is her weapon and her curse. For to much attention 
form other's will make them bold, couragous, and stupid. They give their love by taking 
there life's a battle that brought tears to her eyes. Her beauty was not only her gift but her 
wisdom was very sharp and o-so swift she made her self turn from the air to the wind them 
would make her disapear no lovely tunes were allowwed into their ears but shallow lives and 
glass tears. Her vanishment was more than they feared their was no life only sigh's.

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