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Riding on red
Baby, oh cry "red red" baby!
Red stare, double dare me, baby.
You look angry maybe,
that frown like a red cloak across your gaze
with your silver tongue
words like shining bullets
cutting me down with your mad arms.
What mad, bad arms you have!
What a mad, bad glare you have!
All the better to come swinging at me
with those meaty limbs like axes.
Oh, please baby I'...
Sunday 12th June 2016 2:17 pm
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