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A Fine Old Country Family
Contributed by
Ripper_Something_Unusual
on
Sunday, 15th August 2004 @ 06:10:46 PM in AEST
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I could smell all the dead on her,
The moment I saw her,
A fine country girl,
But they wanted to whore,
She screamed to her daddy,
"Will you let me go?"
But her old man just laughed,
And let the gangreen grow,
Blood on tap,
It was running cold,
As she lay their rotting,
Stench so old,
She was daddys little secret,
And they all had to keep it,
An inbred disaster,
Like a chainsaw massacre.
Nobody held a wake,
A body in a lake,
In the sun did it bake,
Daddys little girl,
Was filled with daddys worm.
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Re: A Fine Old Country Family
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by xxbreathlessx on
Sunday, 15th August 2004 @ 06:24:44 PM AEST
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| wow. i dont usually red this kind of stuff. kind of creepy and very sad but def. a great write. i enjoyed the rhyming in it too. |
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Re: A Fine Old Country Family
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by girltranscended on
Saturday, 28th May 2005 @ 11:26:06 PM AEST
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O.K. the end is nasty but you have some fine lines here like:
I could smell all the dead on her,
Blood on tap,
It was running cold,
She was daddys little secret,
And they all had to keep it,
real good |
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