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Post by Pink on Jan 20, 2006 11:19:52 GMT -5
My Mistress, Mine
Leather straps and silver chains, crack of a whip, pleasureable pains, Oh, the torture love ordains! and you, my Mistress, mine.
Crimson streaks bless my back, in rememberence of that blissful crack. Oh, what memories my flesh contains, of you, my Mistress, mine!
Feel the cuts drawn on my flesh, Many bleeding;still so fresh, Oh, what seering affection rains, on me, from my Mistress, mine.
Owed to a spell chequer
I halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plane lee marques four my revue Miss steaks aye ken knot sea
Eye ran this poem threw it Your sure reel glad two no It's vary polished in it's weigh My chequer tolled me sew
A chequer is a bless sing It freeze yew lodes of thyme It helps me awl stiles two reed And aides mi when aye rime
To rite with care is quite a feet Of witch won should be proud And wee mussed dew the best wee can Sew flaws are knot aloud
And now bee cause my spelling is checked with such grate flare Their are know faults with in my cite Of nun eye am a wear
Each frays come posed up on my screen Eye trussed to be a joule The chequer poured o'er every word To cheque sum spelling rule
That's why aye brake in two averse My righting wants too pleas Sow now ewe sea wye aye dew prays Such soft wear for pea seas
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