Last Seen Wearing
On weekday mornings she must have lain
In bed and dreamed of leaving Homely Lane.
Until the Friday she took a bus and rode
Out to the station on Enterprise Road.
Thinking she would no longer be a square
Peg in a round hole, she alighted at Hallelujah Square.
A car horn sounded : a close
Call when crossing Eternity Close.
Her nerves were jangling. She was hot and
Where Stammering Street meets Angeltown Cross.
But she would not have imagined the terrors
To come as she turned into Entropy Terrace.
And the end in tears is not uncommon.
They found her body on Slaughterhouse Common.
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