Evulsion
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jerry hughes
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'in memorium Peter Shoobridge and his daughters'
Gentle poet what drove you to this extreme?
Something from your private living hell?
Severing the hand that took your daughters lives,
you placed a rifle to your head.
There was no audience when the shot rang out,
and the curtain fell on the silence of the dead.
Explanation: Peter Shoobridge a writer-poet, slit
the throats of his four daughters, chopped off his
hand with an axe, then blew his brains out.
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