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True Story

I bent
down to smell a
bushel of roses,
when my head was cut
off by a throne and
landed on the
stem of
a rose

I got picked
and was given
to an only
beautiful women

I died
a short time later
gasping for air and water
just like they did

Written by karwacki101
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