Mary Jane's Cat Supplies

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On this fullest, of full moon night
I sat to sit, and said to write
About this sad, and ghastly sight
Tale true told here, of fear and fright

As ladies fair, on corners stood
Standing tall, as all ladies should
Well lit streets, finest neighborhood
Tender hearts, men who fought for, would

As evil men lurking, on darkest corner
As jewels and essence, of sweet adorn her
Heroes none now, aware to warn her
Fathers best words, spoken to scorn her

Purest souls perched, in fine fashion
Copious cups, blooming with passion
Green eyed windows, soft ponds to splash in
Soon too late, bright beauties turned ashen

Tricked and trapped, in hopes of white glove
Lothario swoops down, silent black dove
Merciless maverick, scorned from above
Lost hearts stolen, while searching for Love

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