Abandoned by his father, mother
Aunty, uncle, sister, brother
All alone in cold dark cell
Waiting for the morning bell
And that short walk from cell to rope
Trial over, forlorn hope
Final meal, pie and mash
No return for hidden stash
The Judge said “Hang”, Yes, he had heard her
That’s what comes of double murder
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I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced anything so sublime as your poetry. Well, perhaps…
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I said to my wife, “I’ve got a way with words”. She replied, “Yes, you’ve got away with far too many!”
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