To sides she turned,
To ease the ceaseless pain.
Long the python had disappeared, after the bite,
Leaving her to wane-
Helplessly.
She'd veered into a trance,
During the last dance,
Excited ghosts of beer in her head,
Had her lured and dished out the sacred good,
Indiscriminately.
Thence wobbled a thing in the womb,
Therein some devil had left a stump,
Whilst injecting dreadful microbes into her blood,
And pills just lied--
She cried.
Her beauty fast withered;
Best beauticians failed,
Her well had cooled many well like the Nile,
Now even lunatics at her won't smile--
Unlike before...
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