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R I P.
Murdered.
In front of hundreds of people
and nobody cared.
It was a tuesday evening
and the air was breezy and warm.
My father took to the outside stage
and committed the most gross act
of murder imaginable.
Everybody cheered and clapped.
The local police just didn"t care
and everyone loved it,
except me.
I was the one that
wanted to die.
I used to love
"Honky tonk women."
Rest in peace.
