Harlets Revenge Poem by Timothy Long

Harlets Revenge



All seeing, is my revenge to get, your soul to burn in delight, to devils is my heart in shreds to see is my thred as they cut off my head, to plang as literam as jack, to be put in a sack is my harlet, to pray is my predy, to say is my revenge.

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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