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Our final purpose end is really generally unknown
but there now what better a place for such a strong supporting bone
Bone too high for worms and funerals incendiary flames
inclined bleached bone release from dead body there nature sadly shames
By the fence there the bone propping skywards at the fence
almost an artefact and cheering them before us
Giving support to those who follow hereafter
Ha ha !
Category aka Horror !
On mass murderer Reginald Christie (10 Rillington Place)
The police made many mistakes in the handling of the case, especially by missing the remains of previous murders left in the garden at Rillington Place: one thigh bone was later to be found propping up a fence !