Mistress Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells,
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And Pretty Maids all in a row

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockle shells,
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And Pretty Maids all in a row

Posted in Danse Macabre, Legends, Strange Tales, THE MACABRE, Writing
Interesting!!
By: Prabha Govind on August 22, 2007
at 6:31 am
I love the pretty maids all in a row. It appeals to my darker side!
By: jolenemartin on August 22, 2007
at 8:24 am
Interesting garden, Anita Marie. Um, right.
By: shewolfy728 on August 22, 2007
at 2:49 pm
Hi Jane and Jolene and look Prabha is here too!
I’m glad you had fun in my Garden…stick around you never know what I’ll dig up next
By: Anita Marie on August 22, 2007
at 3:49 pm
I will never look at this poem the same way again! Which I kinda like the thought of.
By: Sunshine on August 22, 2007
at 6:37 pm
[...] Guillotines [...]
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at 5:06 pm