Murder License Poem by Blanche Hardin

Murder License



A horrible waste of bloodshed,
For this horrible deed.
So sad they didn't even put up a fight.
So happy to suceed,
I feel sorry for you,
You had to watch them bleed.

Saturday, January 17, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: murder,sad,sorry
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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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