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Bloody we

How could I forget the sight He fought for dear life As she stabbed with a knife His face overcome with despair Blood spurting on her hair She wiped her sweaty face The lump in my throat! My son, she said You too will slaughter a goat

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 9/11/2011 12:50:00 PM
Great piece !!!!!!
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