The Perfect MurderA Poem by AbbieAfter getting away with the murder of a girl with the perfect weapon, The murderer celebrates, and thinks this:Ha!
I've done it! I have created the perfect murder! Ten years! Ten years, I have gotten away wit it! Nobody could figure it out! Nobody ever will! You fools will be searching for years for the murder weapon! You won't find it though! You can't! It's impossible! I was smart enough to use the weapon that melts away! Leaving no evidence for you to find! Ever! That's right The PERFECT weapon For the PERFECT murder I used an icicle! Now, it is ten summer's past and the icicle is long melted! There is now way to get any evidence for her case! So now, the joke is on you! Try and prove that I murdered her now! © 2012 AbbieAuthor's Note
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