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Dark Edge of Poetry

Gothic Limericks

Candlelit shadows, crumbling spires, and things that go bump.

The Recycle of Blood
The Up Her Classes
They Never Go To Jail
Tickle Me Dead
To Weevil and Back Again
Totally Above Board
Tricky Dick
Vote for Me, I’m Trustworthy
What Else Has Ghost, But Time?
What the Butler “Didn’t” See
Where Shadows Dwell
Wishers Beware
You Are Mine
You Were Warned
Young Blood

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