It was Friday the 13-th
Jeannie went on a picnic
At Crystal lake with Bill Smith
They made love, and before
Going to bed
Billie wanted to take a leak
In the rain
Jeannie heard a muffled sound
Bill didn't get in from outside
She went out to look for him
An axe blow through her head
Made her scream and end up
In lots of pain
''I killed them, mommy, ''
A kid's voice
From the woods came
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I would like to translate this poem
I didn't expect that! Good job