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Man From the Alley


Soft then Sad then Sinister Sally,

Answered the Call from the Man in the Alley,

Croaking and Crying and Craving a Cure,

that Poor little Girly was Foolish for Sure.

 

a Man in an Alley called Nice from the Dark,

come Here little Sally let’s Play in the Park.

Sally was Cautious not Cautious Enough,

for the Man from the Alley was Playing too Rough.

 

he Told her her Skin was as Soft as could Be,

and dear Sally, will Not you lie Down here with Me,

and Look at the Stars with a Come-hither Eye?

i’ll Hold you ‘til When you see Your heart as Mine.

 

and Sally was Happy to Come near to Him,

for He was a Man who could Warm every Limb.

but Who was the One that had Told her, who Had,

that Loving a Man would Make a girl Sad?

 

Protecting her Heart, she pulled ‘Way from this Man,

and Took on a Sinister, Ridged, cold Stand,

but What could she Do to stop Being so Mad,

when Being with Him was what Made her feel Glad?

 

Soft then Sad then Sinister Sally,

Answered the Call from the Man in the Alley,

Croaking and Crying and Craving a Cure,

this Poor little Girly seems Foolish for Sure.

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I am a musician, a lover of interesting things, and a writer at heart. I have always found saying things to be easier when I put them into text and hope that my emotions come out through it. I love rain even though it messes up my hair and I find storms to be exciting and rarely feel afraid of them.

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