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My stories

Seven days are rainy days

Some Days Are Rainy Days When I was young, I dreamed of today; All the friends I would have And the things we would say. It was all quite dramatic, Since it came from a child.

From the Haert

When I became sentient and found that I was created from lust and wifely duty, and my conception was a mistake, I felt cold. When I discovered my life had once hung by a thread

Dying Alone

I have nothing in my life Would anybody notice if I died? Would I make noise if I fell to the floor Since there is nobody around to hear it? When will I die? And how? Will I die alone?

The Pussycat Execution

The pussy cat execution Was a very solemn affair All the dogs wore bowler hats And the cats were in there fare As they dragged the pussy Up the gallows high Meow said the pussy

The Captain's Daughter

We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. "Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast,

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