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Post by johnny nobody on Apr 24, 2013 15:29:59 GMT
when I think of her I see nothing but putrid filth her heart was blacker than the darkest night and her soul-substitute was filled with pus filthy foulness oozing from wounds suppurating with germs and graveyard worms so many people will hope in the deserted cemetary of their hearts that God will make her burn in Hell but that's a bit unkind I suppose it's enough that she's gone
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Post by Daphne on Apr 24, 2013 18:25:59 GMT
You don't mince words here do you?
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Post by bigpaws0051 on May 4, 2013 8:36:57 GMT
A formidable woman she was. Could feel the hatred in this poem
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Post by justfred on May 14, 2013 15:24:42 GMT
We had a bit of a party after her death was announced. Old Mrs Renfield had a major heart attack she was laughing so much.
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