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Aug 2013
There once was a woman from Sheffield
For whom murderous thoughts abound
Her weapon of choice was an axe to wield
Falling swiftly, her victims fell to the ground
It seemed for long there was no stopping her
Until the Police a link they found
So now she awaits her turn for the rope so tight
So very tight and round.

>>> Copyright MSE 02/08/2013 <<<
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