Blood
I hate it, I hate it, blood, blood,
It comes up to your knees like a flood,
Everyone around fled,
Because of the river of red,
It is like sticky mud.
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IMAGE: twenty_questions
I hate it, I hate it, blood, blood,
It comes up to your knees like a flood,
Everyone around fled,
Because of the river of red,
It is like sticky mud.
News Categories Creative Writing
IMAGE: twenty_questions
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lauren2273
Commented 50 months ago - 30th March 2012 - 13:04pm
What is this poem Baylee?
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