Pink Coat Poem by Lamar Cole

Pink Coat



He had his favorite hunting knife.
And now he was ready to take some female's life.
He waited in the park.
Where it was very dark.
She was walking her little dog in her pink coat.
When he stabbed her in the throat.

Monday, September 16, 2019
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