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Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Downside to Consorting with the Gods


Woulda done, shoulda done
Lizabeth had a son
Hair being chalky white,
Eyes being black.

Asked ‘bout the color she
Said with a blubber the
Father was Charon who
Pigment did lack.


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Posted by Lydia Vanderburg at 22:55
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