Death's Grave

Death's Grave

Poem by: tom mcmullen

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HORROR. HUMOUR. MAYBE YOU CAN BE MY SLAVE!

Death's Grave

From death's

Grim grave,

Her rotting corpse

Does wave,

Once she was

My own sex slave,

Bur then she

Did misbehave,

And grew a beard

And would not shave,

So my strangler's hands

Made her condition grave!

Submitted: March 22, 2021

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