Sunday in Tinseltown

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 28, 2018

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Tinseltown still spilling with fruit markets

And flamboyant dinner parties that have not yet died down,

even by the sunrise.

 

Enveloped in the sweet smell of tea,

First light of day continues to spring,

and the sleepy town awakes from its dreams!

 

The old church sings its song in silence,

With its splintered pews and prim white collars,

which seem to billow in a breeze full of mischief.

 

In the heart of a bustling town,

more congested than usual,

they say a murder has happened.

 

A bribe has been paid!

Small town full of small-minded people,

revealing the naiveties of small children instead.

 

The hustle will always resume,

With an unforgiving onslaught of idle talk -

apprise me of something exciting!

 

Dead flowers lining the skyline

of withering purples amongst heavy clouds -

how is the wine


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