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Peatle and I have been dueling comically and poetically with most writings treading a fine line. This is my most recent, no title yet.
She watched the river rolling by
As she stood on the burning deck
A vampire sat upon her shoulder
Sucking blood from her revealing neck.
A wind erupted unannounced
And butter fluttered by
She said that is the strangest thing
I cannot fathom why.
How old were you when you were young
How deaf you'll be if you were dumb
How slow you'd go without the speed
How rich you'd be to sate you're greed.
And now the ship pulls into shore
And sure enough the lady goes
Emblazoned on her pretty neck
Tattoos of her on the deck.