Seven sinful swinging men sit stark against the sunset,
Then suddenly one starts to breath,
And everyone begins to sweat.
With searing eyes and a sold soul.
Stupefied, they slice his rope.
Six strangled men still swaying,
Yet a single soul survived.
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Seven Sinful Swinging Men
PoetryAn extremely short poem based around alliteration. (Secretly a tale of romance and heartbreak, but you didn't hear it from me). Slightly dark.
