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The Crime

Was the murderers jacket bloodstained ? Was he caught at the scene and detained ? There’s a story here to be told The truth and evidence retained. The Police are on the threshold Interrogate him with his Legal The evidence is quiet dismal He’s talking but its redirection His motive appears to be fiscal But he’s claiming its one of affection It’s all sounding really quiet frivolous For the detective it’s all very piteous Failing is not the planned conception The case is slipping, it’s against us What we need now is confession

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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