Her Wonderful Death

by Anna   Oct 30, 2005


Her wonderful knife fell out of her bloody hand
She was pronounced dead and buried it this land
She didn't want or care to live
Her life was like sand going through a sieve
She wouldn't miss many
But she wandered if she'd be missed by any
She died with a smile on her face
Yes she made it to home base!

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