Crack goes her neck.
Laying on her back.
Out comes the roar.
Cralling across the floor.
Dont stand still.
She's not afraid to kill.
Dont let her touch.
Cause she's holding a grudge.
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That Time Of Year
PoetryA short or long rhyme describing a movie I watched or have not watched with music that inspired me to write it. Most of the time I do have an idea of what the movie is about.
