R.L. Valen Stines
By Walter Burns
R.L. Valen Stines In nightmare room, dark dungeon, or the creepy crypt The blood from chewed on beauties is so daint'ly sipped Rose stem glass raised in the air, its R.L. Valen Stines Choc'late covered eyeballs and black lotus smelling fine Milady, I think of her as romance fills my veins Made the reservations, we'll be eating human brains Look into her deadlight eyes and stroke her serpent hair Then a stroll inside the sew'rs, we'll gaze at garbage there On this day, I shall propose, we bond immortal souls At least until a wooden stake makes a goary hole I've loved her since the time we shared at the city dump But most of all I love her for the times I get Goosebumps Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 04:49 AM PST 0 • 14
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