whens daddy coming home?
the little girl asked
while her daddy lay dead in the grass.
soon my dear.
the mother said
while blood came out of his head
is daddy ok?
she asked with a cry
while her daddy slowly died
hes probably getting dounuts
the son said with a laugh
as the cops who found made a big gasp.
ring went the phone.thats probly him now.
said the mom worrying like a sick cow
she picked it up and started to cry
as she found out how he slowly died.
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