When death started swaying
The funeral bell
I went to horizon
To find Feline Fell
And when depredations
Enveloped the dell
I went on my way to the Feline Fell.
I came across death signs
In gutter and cell.
No one of the murdered
Wore Felone Fell.
My sandals got worn up
My wits got to hell.
I got used to playing games with
Feline Fell.
A day showed its
Sunrise in
Grayish pell-mell.
A cripple proposed me
To get Feline Fell.
The hope for ascention intending to sell
He killed me for
I was the Feline Fell.
The Feline Fell
© Copyright: Шин Фейн, 2004
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Young ladies tend to compose sad poetry. It is just a set of rhymes. Take it easy:))))))))
Шин Фейн 27.06.2004 00:10 Заявить о нарушении
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