| Poisonous Lies |
| Upon a bench of stone, sat a women alone. She held in her grasp, the deadliest asp. She intended suicide, for her lover had lied. He'd spoken of love, and sweet nothings ado. But alas, his words were untrue. Caught with another so fine and fair. A beautiful lady with long golden hair. Broken-hearted was the women alone, who sat sobbing upon the bench of stone. Within her grasp, slipped the asp. Deadly fangs entering delicate skin, delivering poison and her end. Copyright 2003 By Pamela |
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