A Doting Wife Hides Crime
Randolph floating about twelve shops,
From the one to the other hops:
Hunter wishing to remain tops
In a brisk business for food crops…
Then, one day, off a guy’s arm chops:
His salesman’s after profit drops;
The blood-smeared walls and floor wife mops
At the speed of light against cops:
The place now worse than ones for shops…
A doting wife crime hides, not stops:
Never towards Justice Gallops.
Prayer that a move by foes flops…
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