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Two Spies Meet - May 6, 2018 “Tonight we rendezvous by the gallivanting roses,” Said she with a Français hypnosis. With a head a’shakin’ like a dog, I acquiesce with her request. But was I blind to the consequences? Before I could protest, Away was she with finesse. Overcome I was with a gnawing stress! This situation so rare, so unique, Little did she know, This was all planned to end bleak! Nightfall arose from across the horizon, And stars like bullet holes wounded the skies with their light. I came with steps so nonchalant, so quiet. “‘Twas the place of gallivanting roses?” Said I with an inquiring focus. ‘Round I gazed with monologue, “Maybe she already knew?” “Could it be that the information went a’strew?” By and by I grew precarious, I couldn’t help but feel I was involved in somethin’ nefarious! The situation was growing ever so serious. This situation so rare, so unique, Little did he know, This was all planned to end bleak. The sound of a muffled bullet sang out into the air, And the bullet hole wounded his skull with it’s painful despair. I had come with steps so nonchalant, so quiet. “This is what you get when you’re a spy for hire!” “A bullet to the head when you’re plan is to backfire!” Fleeting into the night in a state of pure ecstasy, “He really should’ve been acting more tentatively...”

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Two Spies Meet

Two Spies Meet - May 6, 2018 “Tonight we rendezvous by the gallivanting roses,” Said she with a Français hypnosis. With a head a’shakin’ like a dog, I acquiesce with her request. But was I blind to the consequences? Before I could protest, Away was she with finesse. Overcome I was with a gnawing stress! This situation so rare, so unique, Little did she know, This was all planned to end bleak! Nightfall arose from across the horizon, And stars like bullet holes wounded the skies with their light. I came with steps so nonchalant, so quiet. “‘Twas the place of gallivanting roses?” Said I with an inquiring focus. ‘Round I gazed with monologue, “Maybe she already knew?” “Could it be that the information went a’strew?” By and by I grew precarious, I couldn’t help but feel I was involved in somethin’ nefarious! The situation was growing ever so serious. This situation so rare, so unique, Little did he know, This was all planned to end bleak. The sound of a muffled bullet sang out into the air, And the bullet hole wounded his skull with it’s painful despair. I had come with steps so nonchalant, so quiet. “This is what you get when you’re a spy for hire!” “A bullet to the head when you’re plan is to backfire!” Fleeting into the night in a state of pure ecstasy, “He really should’ve been acting more tentatively...”