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A Sonnet
Woman of the Manor
She sings songs,
and finds magnificence in nature.
A place where she belongs,
a slave to pleasure.
Her narcotic vocals,
hypnotize those who hear.
As clear as crystals,
blessing to the ear.
She melts men
and laughs at their stupidity.
And she's done only when,
they admit their inferiority.
She is so vicious, wicked, vile and twisted,
every man aspires and desires to be her submissive.[/font]
She sings songs,
and finds magnificence in nature.
A place where she belongs,
a slave to pleasure.
Her narcotic vocals,
hypnotize those who hear.
As clear as crystals,
blessing to the ear.
She melts men
and laughs at their stupidity.
And she's done only when,
they admit their inferiority.
She is so vicious, wicked, vile and twisted,
every man aspires and desires to be her submissive.[/font]
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