Jack and Jill
Ran up the Hill
And momma couldn't find them
Dad got shanked
Mom got raped
And the well to cry to them
Down they went
Tears not spent
And pop goes the were-hen
Jack just fell
Cracked head and spell
And Jill was desperately fightin'
Blood all shed
Sun had set
Revenge insatiably sweet
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Alaizabel's Poetry
A young teenager residing in New York City will be writing poetry whenever she feel like it. If you wish to read proceed, if not turn back.
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