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A day in the life of Miss little red riding hood
Miss little red riding hood
Little red feeling good
Little red bathing nude
Little red collecting firewood
Little red enjoying childhood
Little red craving food
Little red eating food
Little fed riding good
Little red belching good
Little red stealing food
Little red scoring bushwood
Little pothead smoking good
Little red hallucinating good
Little red chuckling hood
Little red talking falsehood
Little red riding would
Little red riding nude
Little red riding should
Little bed riding good
Little red breading hoods
Little red boozing good
Little red swearing rude
Little red fighting hood
Little red fighting mood
Little dead riding hood
Zaheed Patel
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Red Red River
Red Red River runs down my arm
Red Red River slowly drips onto my bed
Red Red River stains my sheets
Red Red River scars my skin
Red Red River hurts
Red Red River creates the tears in my eyes
Red Red River carries my painful emotions
Red Red River knows my deep dark secrets
Red Red River helps me with my problems
Or so I tell myself
Rebecca Barnwell
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AS THE WHISPERS WHEN RED
words when whisper
the heart echoes in red
blood when red flints to flow
by the red vain as the fire obstinate
still it glows in red when obsessive
as the rose razzles red in its room
breath eternal when resourced red
the mystic red when whirls in the red wine
passion intense when swaying intoned
evening glows when inkling fell red
lest be tweaking the lips over the red
by the window of glistening red eyes
yet the anger spews its reeks by the red
as geometry of the dew rills betiding red
mist red as happens to happen by the leaf tips
as when twitched by the senses as the stepping red
sun when setting lays its curtain red over the green
as love mystic seems to descend red enshrined
Dr subhendu kar
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Red
My eyes are Red, my cheeks are Red
From top to the bottom I am Red
My nerves are Red, my passions are Red
There is something that makes me Red
Red is the night, Red is the light
Wherever I see Red is the sight
Extreme is the height, Red is the kite
Hatred of my Red has turned into favorite
I feel you Red, I touch you Red
I hug you and kiss you oh my Red
Your every shade do make me glad
I love you so much my soul is Red.
31-3-2008
vaibhav shah
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