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Aug 2014
I killed poor Bill
'twas mistaken identity,
but, now in custody
I think?
Who the hell was he?

He was born of rich
parents on 5000 acres
in upper NY
with relations in Maryland.

He was but 24,
loved to shrug
as big as a boulder,
he just bugged me.

But, see, don't critcize
or philosophise my indiscretion
"twas mistaken,
not, cause he was truly
an ***.
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