5 March, 2008

A Feminine Fairytale

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Little miss Mary, quite contrary never had your sheep, she slaughtered Little Bo Peep. Through the forest and the meadow, Mary was a flat, Peep was a stiletto! The sheep went bah! Peep went Ah! Sliced in the face at a slow pace, when Mary was done, she leaped away with Amazing Grace

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