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Mar 2012
The corpse lay on the floor,
It looked like he was sleeping.
No blood,
No *****,
Obviously the poison was quick.
Death picks his victim up, gently, trying not to disturb the crime scene.
A little boy was the first to find him, shakes him,
Why do they always shake them?
The girl and father next.
A quick car trip later and another girl knows, the oldest.
She screams in the street, letting all know what has happened.
The vet's post-mortem shows that mystery was the murderer
Either that or a Heart Attack.
The elder girl never saw him after he passed
And she never will again.
RIP Tolstoy, October 2007 - 28th of March 2012
Eliza Jane
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Eliza Jane  australia
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