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Murder in my pool

Poetry By: Murnit
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This is not about love , so smell the anger


Submitted:May 2, 2012    Reads: 53    Comments: 9    Likes: 3   


Summertime in Africa, glows yellow and hot

PINK BIKINI DAYS

But something other than the warming sun,

gets my blood boiling on the spot

My darling dearest does forget, why I have him here

WHITE COLLAR WORKER

There are chores galore it seems none for him,

and the green pool makes me sneer

This note is for the milkman and the postman too

RED WRITTEN LETTERS

Should you see the master his body floating,

leave him drowned in that green goo!





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