pg 64-66 The Vanishing Stair - Maureen Johnson

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btw i changed some of the words. the words i switched from other ones are in italics

Look, a riddle,
Time for fun.
Should we use
a rope or gun?
Knives are sharp
and gleam so pretty.
Poison's slow,
which is a pity.
Fire is festive,
drowning's slow.
Hanging is a ropy way to go.
A broken head,
a nasty fall.
A car colliding with a wall.
Bombs make such jolly noise.
Such ways to punish
whoever annoys.
What shall we use?
We can't decide.
But you can't run,
nor can you hide.

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