The alliterations came in 95
dressed in pink yellow bandanas
their garments where off and
in olden archaic motions
in their feet
I addressed one
for’ she doth not speak in march
her virgina was talking
the sounds smelled to call the bad
she noticed then whipped a skirt
Runned like a mad crazy buffalo
Two bullets on the back of her head
then gunshots fired fire to her
slowly she went down
her hands were the first to touch
the ground, then her knees
everyone was halted to see her
dog style die bleeding drops
Her mother came to life
survived her soft wracked skin
I cried, we cried, she cried
then the wet weather started raining
cats and dogs came in a couple
happily married
I buried her
then died in 96
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