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The woman in red
Who in tears fled
The tavern
Down by the dell
Was stopping on fancy
To stare at a pansy
So pretty and blue
And just like deja vu
She was taken to a time
When love was a crime
And broken hearts sighed
As society bruised them within
Nobody knew
Her love was who
Not a tall, dark Lord
But a Lady..
She had loved oh! so mighty
She was shorn- by one sprightly
Tattle-tailing wimp, a spinster
So dour and dumb and dense
So she fled from her bed
Yes, that woman dressed in red
And she swore to avenge her wronging
Centuries went by
And yet her ghost sighs
I learned all this-
In the Asylum
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
