No titleThe abuse Fortunato bestowed upon me All is now in vain. I will share with you, my story ‘Tis my pleasure - and Fortunato’s pain. I grew weary of his impudence I decided redemption was due. Revenge will come when least expected But still - he will know why and by who. At the fair, we were there And then I went to him. I greeted him and smiled – thinking all the while Of the task at hand – sordid and grim. He wore the clothes of a jester This suited him well, in my mind. For he was a fool, an arrogant fool That night – it would be his time. FortunatNo title
*hugs*
kbye
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'Suppose you were an idiot and suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.'
--Mark Twain
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"i've heard of pious men, and i've heard of dirty fiends
but you don't often hear of us ones in between."
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