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Her Love For it Was Like A Plum
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Her love for it was like a plum
It grew so sweet within her tum
And with a wiggle of her bum
She set right out to see love done
A curse had made the land its lair
It lay o'er all like willow hair
Oh it could strip the body bare
So filled the people with despair
A Shadow Curse without a light
Yet she would kindle romance bright
And so in moony dark of night
She went to it in bereft of fright
And hugged the curse, the wicked blight
Her love for it was like a plum
Then, so sharply, pain did come
It chewed her flesh like scrumptious gum
She trickled, she burst, she started to run.