Blow The Trigger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Nursery Rhyme motivation.

Submitted: May 12, 2010

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Submitted: May 12, 2010

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Mary Mary where's my Mary,
Went up the hill,
With Jack and Jill,
But never to be seen.

Went up in twinkles,
Blew up in flames,
Fell down that wall,
Oh her sheep will fall.

She wondered,
Shot up,
Found! high stars,
But she fell down and cried.

Sweet little Mary,
Couldn't she see,
The mints they gave,
Were Ecstasy.

Itsy little spider,
Pinching her mind,
Secret lines,
To get that feeling,
Make love with Jane.

Oh Mary,
Dear Mary,
Why such a blow,
The monster took you away,
Your innocent soul.


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