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Plasma stains beneath family portraits Dust collects on top of fingerprints Bit’s of hair, fingernails jammed in braided rugs Just knowing creates a foul stench Oh, the spatter that splattered when Buckshot went off! It’s been 8 years ago today Claimed crazy residing were once he had killed And he always plans to stay Neighborhood strays never sow to his lawn They scurry by whimpering in fear For a body was missing the law never saw, Not even the protruding ear Grocers delivering food strewed cross the yard And the mailman hasn’t stopped by in ages It is said “who gets too close to what rests inside, Will be next posted on the front pages
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Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:53 PM UTC
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Plasma stains beneath family portraits Dust collects on top of fingerprints Bit’s of hair, fingernails jammed in braided rugs Just knowing creates a foul stench Oh, the spatter that splattered when Buckshot went off! It’s been 8 years ago today Claimed crazy residing were once he had killed And he always plans to stay Neighborhood strays never sow to his lawn They scurry by whimpering in fear For a body was missing the law never saw, Not even the protruding ear Grocers delivering food strewed cross the yard And the mailman hasn’t stopped by in ages It is said “who gets too close to what rests inside, Will be next posted on the front pages
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Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:53 PM UTC
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