Murder At Midnight
It was approaching the midnight hour
I had drunk, my last whiskey sour
now, I am one who uses coupons
"one free murder"
who could resist?
fearful this one would expire
count closely my dear poets
who reads this
is alive
And who is not
well I bid thee farewell
your silence let us not dwell
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