Sunday, December 8, 2013

More Poetry

From mystery to misery
Solving crimes to those who seek help
Looking through the culprits trickery
Remembering all those yelps and welps
I do it all but not sure why
Helping all who implore on me
Maybe I was born to solve their cry
Maybe I pleasure the endeavor could be

Yes. We are this desperate.

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