Victoria's Secret	  This is not so good because it was another one
of my things written while listening to my teacher babble on.* SPOILER!*
Victoria's Secret  by Janet Jongebloed	      The concrete felt like ice  
   The wound was hot as coal	   Victoria, he thought    Victoria, again
and again	She had been an angel	She had been a devil	Why did
she leave him to die alone	Why did she make that choice	He lay
there making a pool of blood	 He recited the poem of love	 It wasn't
susposed to end this way      It just hadn't been his day		  
   - Janet Jongebloed