President Lincoln
Lies with a bullet
In his head,
Though still alive,
he is yet to be dead.
John Wilks Booth has
Won the race,
For Laffaetts men
Cannot keep pace.
So a scapegoat is needed
to allude the public gaze
Who better than John William Boyed
to take Booths grave.
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