Mrs.claxon

on top of old smokey all covered in blood
we shot mrs. claxon with a 44-slug i went to
her funeral i went to her grave every body threw roses
but i threw granades they think she went to heaven
but she really went to hell but only the devil could tell
then she tried to haunt me upon the hill then all her students
came to kill you still cant kill such an evil soul cause she was
never pronounced dead.
by cheyenne brown
2102 mabert rd. portsmouth ohio.45662

poem by Cheyenne Brown
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