** Poetic Form: Quintain (Sicilian) Inspired: 2024 August 13 Image: N/A
Guilty, regret--Penalty, death--score four. Draw straws, short-shot, long-hung, two-kill-one. His short-[bang], his long-[hang]. Lose, I'm done for. Broad swords, last breath be death. He's dead ... I won! No, the court has ruled ... death. Bring out three more.
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