Poem: Murderous Thoughts.
Murderous Thoughts.
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We may be dating, but it’s true,
I love your dog much more than you.
It’s got so bad I feel like hell
If you don’t bring the dog as well.
If you should die, then he’d be mine,
I’d feed him steak I’d cooked with wine,
He’d sleep with me and lay his head
On your side of my double bed.
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