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Linas was my beloved only and one.

I met her in a dense park

In a dreadful spot of sun.

Oh, she was donned a pretty birthmark!


She did not eat her chips,

To do so I could not have coerced.

But she finished the salad dip

And lugs around a big fat purse.


Her slender body was as wet as the tears of a widow,

Her eyes popped out of her head,

And yet she was so slow

To reach the bloody bed.


Now she’s got too mundane

So I went and gone and left her in a grassy plain.


Written By: Charlie Tang

Originally Published: December 2015

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