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February 13, 2015
By Anonymous

The sun fades, shining it’s last ray,
the afternoon sky floods with gray,
poor David, this was his last day.
All because of what he said, 
soon this man would turn up dead,
within his chest, I’ll store my lead.


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its a sijo


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