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Brum , the evil Brum! Brum!Brum , the evil by ~IHATEART789
There was the gun-
Oh, but no! - There was none!
Brum! approached and the eye of his bonnet feroached
Much like the common coachroach;
When the the ginger cat stepped into the road
He heard not a toad!
For round the corner, there was a strange order-
Of noise,
Sounding much like a dying porpoise, Brum! came from the corner-
Next thing it was slaughtered
The cat no longer sat on the mat
Hell no longer rang its bell
For BRUM!! had delivered the cat, to HELL.
Where its rotting body, begins to smell.
Death, part one. When Satin swang his great big axe,Death, part one. by ~IHATEART789
It was when Jason refused to pay his council tax,
He was justly evicted,
He was insanely vindictive,
When the angel of death came down to earth,
It was when Maggie lost her turf,
Giving way to a new open day,
Some say she she never went away.
Sometimes people lose their touch,
That's when death makes them blush!
When Morgan the Cat meet Sandra the Spider,
INTESTINES were ripped out and Sandra ate her own liver to survive,
An enhancement only humans strive to collide.
Sta.sh
If a quiz is quizical, what's a test?
Just a thought.
You have just been struck by the Random car noise!
Copy this and paste on another (random or not) deviant!
Rules:
1. You must *always* send it the person who sent it to you,
and you should send it to atleast 5 other deviants!
2. do this or brum will run your babies over
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You have just been struck by the Random MEOW!
Copy this and paste on another (random or not) deviant!
Rules:
1. You must *always* send it the person who sent it to you,
and you should send it to atleast 5 other deviants!
2. ....
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¬Had we but World enough, and Time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long Loves Day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges side
Should'st Rubies find: I by the Tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood:
And you should if you please refuse
Till the Conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable Love should grow
Vaster than Empires and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze.
Two hundred to adore each Breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest.
An Age at least to every part,
And the last Age should show your Heart.
For Lady you deserve this State,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I alwaies hear
Times winged Chariot hurrying near:
And yonder all before us lye
Desarts of vast Eternity.
Thy Beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble Vault, shall sound
My echoing Song: then Worms shall try
That long preserv'd Virginity:
And your quaint Honour turn to dust;
And into ashes all my Lust.
The Grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hew
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing Soul transpires
At every pore with instant Fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our Time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one Ball:
And tear our Pleasures with rough strife,
Thorough the Iron gates of Life:
Thus, though we cannot make our Sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
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