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Inspiration from absurdity (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

When finally she'd tired of his grandiose butch she quietly opened ,reached into her clutch, producing a Derringer , jammed it in his eye, pulled the trigger as the crowd gasped: "Oh My! What was that noise?" For she'd shot him you see and sent him for a ride with an E.M.T.

sliver 26-May-05/8:45 PM
I think perhaps the coroner would be better suited to clean up this mess.




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