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His Head With a Bullet

His Head With a Bullet He was mean man who had been God forsaken All of our money disappeared after being taken We all by him were continually used and abused Which was hard to believe and we would refuse. His house was a fortress and impregnable Things inside were all neat and impeccable And appeared to be person of great show People thought they would want to know. But in the end he did become distorted After us all of our money he had shorted And finally to avoid his constant threat Head and bullet at same time both met. In other words, he was killed. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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