You can come out with me!A Poem by RonKatherine Hepburn styled Murderess.She's done it again! Slipped the knife between third rib and sternum! Sniggers as blood froth flecks from twisted lips. "You are number three! Teaching men who lust for me!" Ha Ha Ha. He He He! © 2009 RonReviews
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