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April Murder
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April Murder |
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pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513
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It was mid-April As I perspired Sitting down by the fire In the evening as I looked out With great desire, Out my window because I could not leave. I had killed it is true Killed while still was there dew Upon the morning ground. To my home I am now bound. Covered with leaves there she lay Until within days came they, looking- Looking for whom they Could not find. And now, as I sit in this chair Breathing poisonous air I watch the people gathering in throngs And realize what I’ve done is wrong. |
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Jess Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 243Washington |
I dont know if its because i just got done reading a western novel, but thats what this reminded me of. |
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