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The Pearl Lady
Contributed by
Crimson_ROse
on
Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 07:21:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Long strings of metallic pearls hang on her neck This women had class, & was of the highest society Every time when shed go out to clubs, Her pearls went swinging along with her dancing Pearls dangles from her above knee dress
This woman went by the name of Ronnie, Her black dancing shoes made no ware on her feet Those candy apple lips formed into a sly smile From the stage she looked at me with beryl green eyes Bobbed cocoa brown hair played along with her pasty face
The sinister black widow stormed in her eyes Ronnie would lure men into her lustful web When she killed, she wore a white dress, And those trademark pearls Ronnie took that black gun
BANG! Was what sounded in the air, Days after she collected a mass of money After greedily collecting from her many, well, husbands The widow settled down in a stately home, Elderly, rich and alone
Ronnies white pearls still drape around her neck Her red lips no longer smile
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Crimson_ROse
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2004-12-07 19:21:01] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Pearl Lady
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kindredblood_dragon on
Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 08:26:58 PM AEST (User
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Interesting poem, chilly yet intriguing...awesome and clear painting a picture of lonely demise..cool write. |
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Re: The Pearl Lady
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kie on
Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 10:06:30 AM AEST (User
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Your descriptive wording was excellent. I saw a few spelling errors but other than that I thought it not only unique but a great poem.
Loved the title as well.
Kie |
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