Murder You Say? :
He was killed?
Oh how unfortunate!
I can't believe it, how can this be?
No, say it isn't so!
To have his throat slit and blood spilled
Too bad we don't know who did it...
I can assure you though, it wasn't me
Curiosity killed the cat, so sometimes, it's better not to know
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Grave Digger (poems)
PoetryA grave digger sees death every day. He digs up memories, buries the sadness, and covers tragedy with flowers. These are the poems of the grave diggers Enjoy these dark poems
