Tuesday

RhymeCrime Troops March, Uniforms Stiff Of Starch, This Poet's Lips Parched, English Majors' Bows Arched

I've assembled another month of RhymeCrime! Meet Ms. March. Please be gentle (Unless they suck, then she is responsible, and not me! Of course, when am I ever responsible? Except when drinking… alone.)

Produced, reduced, seduced, and induced by RTC, that's me!









































































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