Tights

By hilary west

Fri, 08 May 2009
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Her tights had a new use.
He put them over his head,
And shot someone.
Apparently, she wore them again.
She met the vicar in them.
He never noticed the ladder.
But she was able to climb out of the pit, whatever.

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Submitted by T. Imaan Tretch... on
a haunting and vivid image painted with few words ... often the most effective of writings. thanking you hilary west and thanking you for your kind words to one of my works. `t. imaan tretchicovmanicova "there is naught so disobedient as an untrained mind."