The Verdict
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I stood before the judge
who was now wearing a black cloth on top of his head
He asked the jury for their decision
The foreman stood up and uttered…
"Guilty of first-degree murder"
The judge looked me directly in the eye and said,
"Last time we met I told you to bury the hatchet"
"I did your honour…
but you didn’t say it wasn’t to be in her head!"
07-02-17
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2017
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