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Murder at Midnight

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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 10/22/2019 11:01:00 PM
coupon is killed by the un-killed stranded mind!!!
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Date: 11/18/2018 3:22:00 PM
Hello Arthur, I am not sure if I am or not. I think I am in the middle. Have a nice day my friend.
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Date: 11/18/2018 9:14:00 AM
LOL ;D (& phew!)
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Date: 11/18/2018 8:21:00 AM
Has the leader of the "us" gathered a collection of these? I see the king prince of the Saudis had one to use. In jokes, we sometimes see the drift of our culture.
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Date: 11/18/2018 7:55:00 AM
Is the coupon buy one death get one free lol:-) Hugs Jan xx
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Date: 11/18/2018 2:43:00 AM
I will not dwell, I can not and am not dwelling. I have moved on ;)
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