Oh what a gal!
She seems such a perfect victim:
This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,
she`s guilty
Ordinarily,
I`d not wish to frighten her or hurt her,
But such beauty inspires one
to give the gift of murder
She`s the kind of girl you want to
run up and tackle through a window some floors up
and spatter you both to hell
Come and get it;
your stuffed bunny`s at the window,
But not that far out...
Reach little one! Reach!...
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