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A Razor's Dull To You.

'You're so fine, ' as Mother says,
'A razor's dull to you.'
Wrong she is; for here I am-
In Hell without a clue.

Come rescue me in shining armor;
I'll not call you queer.
Save me from this wretched place-
For Home is what I fear.

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Jessica Golden 30 June 2008

This is a very nice poem. I enjoyed reading it. I look forward to reading your other work. -Jessica Golden

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Chris Newlash 29 June 2008

This piece was kind of confusing... You really have to follow it to get the meaning.

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