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She had arrived
With hope in her
Heart
From her true love
Never to
Part
His true intent
Never quite
Clear
Stealthily, cat-like
Approached from the
Rear
The deed done
He did hurriedly
Flee
Off to continue
His sordid crime
Spree
Marking the spot
A modest
Bunch
All he could muster
In a time
Crunch
Out of My Write Mind 
Oh no! So sad. A very interesting take Sandy. Thanks for joining in.
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Ha, fun twist, Sandy!
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Thanks, Eliza.
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LoL! Made me laugh! Good one☝🏻
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Thanks.
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Sandee, this sounds kind of creepy. No “like” here. c.a.
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Yikes! That was a bit excessive. He is NOT a nice man! 😲
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Not at all.
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Great poem, Sandy!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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