Miss Murder
Miss Murder, look at me.
Can't you help me see?
I live and live and thrive and thrive,
I give my life to thee.
Anyday and anyway,
I shoot and stab my life away.
You take and take, I give and give,
But yet, Miss Murder, I still live.
poem by Leon Agnew
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