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White Chapel

With instruments of perfection, medically speaking He made his way through the darkened streets Hiding in corners and alleys, so lurking Killing the women, he longed there, to meet The nights, they were dangerous, in that part of town White Chapel, a place of hideous crimes Where women were cut and pieces were missing Horror filled nights in Jack the Rippers time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 10/3/2008 3:39:00 PM
Great atmosphere and well written. Good one. Love Heidie
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Date: 10/1/2008 12:43:00 PM
This made me shiver. I still do not like to walk alone in the dark in case someone is lurking in corners. God Bless Phyl
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