http://slow.writerscafe.org/K.C.%20Zbryk The original writings of author K.C. Zbryk en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990533 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So theywandered in to the scene Of the crime Always thelast to arrive And normallyleft with the worst of the workThey werethe cleanup crew Sometimesthey felt as if They shouldjust burn the places down But that’s notwhat they got pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K.C.-Zbryk/1184621/ Works really well to clean a wall... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/K.C.-Zbryk/1184616/ My feelings... 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