"It's all a matter of timing,"
Ed Emsure said,
Pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
Ed knew rabbits like he knew women;
He bred and breathed with them both.
Had time for them in his own way.
Skinned and ate them, rabbits that is.
Woman he just skinned
And buried their bones
In polluted ponds in lonely spots.
"Just a matter of timing," Ed said.
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