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by cj
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Adult · #1527922
Attempt to murder.
    The house moved from left to right, threw the dark and coldness of that bitter night.



Screeches and scratches crawled threw ought the house, and the smell wreaked of a



dead molded mouse. 



A man next door had blue thunder eyes, and hid in the bushes to stay in disguise. He



crept to that house, one afternoon and went threw the house and grabbed out a spoon.



He peered up the stairs and tiptoed up, and then grabbed a cup that was facing up.



He found all the rooms that had all open doors and sweat from his head came out is



old pores







He found a room where the wife was asleep, so he kept his mouth from making a peep.



He grabbed out his spoon, lifted it up and reached for his pocket where there was the



green cup. He leaned over the woman and looked at her eyes and she woke up



swatting an invisible fly. She looked at him and said how are you honey, please tell



me you found my missing money





He looked at her and gave her her cup, she spat her teeth and patted the pup. He laid



his head down next to her and said I thought you were a German officer.





                      Dedicated to all old people.
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