Difference between revisions of "Trixie McClure/Introduction"
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No one ever quite understands a mortician's sense of humor.
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| − | [[Image:SkullCrossbones.png|center|My time is coming...]]<center><font style="color: Black; font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size:14pt; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 3px">Thy home may be lovely, | + | [[Image:SkullCrossbones.png|center|My time is coming...]] |
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| + | Thy home may be lovely, | ||
| − | + | >but round it I hear... | |
The crack of the whip, | The crack of the whip, | ||
And footsteps of fear. | And footsteps of fear. | ||
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[[Image:SkullCrossbones.png|center|It's only a matter of when.]] | [[Image:SkullCrossbones.png|center|It's only a matter of when.]] | ||
''No one ever quite understands a mortician's sense of humor.''</font></center> | ''No one ever quite understands a mortician's sense of humor.''</font></center> | ||
Revision as of 22:07, 30 November 2012
Thy home may be lovely,
>but round it I hear...
The crack of the whip,
And footsteps of fear.
