There is an old story that grandparents tell their grandchildren. It is about a man who was a doctor, but his job wasn't the problem. His job could be stressful and it turned him into an alcoholic. His wife quite often compared him to a goblin. This doctor wasn't a very fine fellow and it was the wife's plea for me to end her misery. Let's just say this story ends in fatal victory. A fatal victory accompanied by crimson slippery, the outcome being deadly injury. When weather is gray, and gloomy is the mood that looms, beware of nature's natural mirror. Watch out for the water smaller than a river. If not, then you shall be a gift for the grave digger.
Doctor Foster
Went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain.
He stepped in a puddle
Right up to his middle
And never went there again!
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
