The Murder of Their Friend (poem)
Their friend was gone where was it that he went
All thoughts now turned to some unknown demise
At least that’s how it was within the eyes
Of those with whom such happy times were spent
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What other whimsy might a fool surmise
Explains away the absence of a gent
A fellow who had nothing to repent
And even less about him to revise
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The word soon spread to everyone around
A mystery the world could not dismiss
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Each day would call another heart to pound
What unseen fiend was causing all of this
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Twas underneath a tree that he was found
Their friend was gone there taken by a kiss