Grimbeau

Scroodles

Widdershins

Grimbeau

piles

This is it

Like a prairie

Far as you can see

One big

Bread Basket

Waiting to be cut down

Puzzles me sometimes

How they did it

In the old days

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Spillage

Grimbeau

beksinski2

I didn’t

do it

I wasn’t

there.

You

simply,

really must

believe me.

I know,

I know…

The blue blood

on the rug.

The breadknife?

Yes, it’s mine.

The body?

Okay. It’s me.

Now do you

understand?

I am not

Guilty party.

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