As I slurp my soup, Hamlet admits
that he tAlked to the assasin
before he talked to Me;
then I hear the belLs begin to ring,
as they have tollEd for so many
distinguished sTate-funerals before.
Which one is the Murderer?
the highrAnking official
whose upholstered Carcass gently
trundles off in an expensive Hearse?
or perhaps 'tIs the smelly trigger-man
hiding in some abject laNe, along with
the rest of the populacE?
9/20/02
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