Sharp as a knife,
She buried him twice.
His head in the forest,
And the rest in the yard.
She covered his body with flowers and shrubs,
But he was found in time.
Nothing but bones lay there,
Where worms and flies lay around.
They soon found out that death was unknown,
Until they found the shotgun shell.
Questioned all night,
She pleaded not guilty.
Then evidence showed,
When the gun was found,
In the river below.
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English Stories
RandomThese are things I have written in English classes. I want to get rid of the papers but keep the stories so this is where I'm putting them.
