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Black Widow |
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Nova New Member
since 1999-07-12
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“The Black Widow” O’ deadly spider, that has no mate, You stealthily wait in the sun’s golden rays You hang by a thread, ready to gore Because you are whom that gives the one-way tickets To the eerie waters of the River Styx. “O’ glory me, I am not what you think I may be I may give tickets and I gore on life But I rather live than spend two coins Crossing the eerie waters of the River Styx.” By, Conroy Tam |
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