Crime Scene
At the scene of the crimeWrit in green and in grime
At a time and the places
Someone no one replaces
Silhouettes outline chalks
Little chat, had our talks
Broken heart, spoken word
What was said goes unheard
First to go one last time
Clear the screen all this rhyme
At the scene of the crime
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-01-20 at 01:02
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