A Taste Of Red Rum And Then Almost Quiet Poem by Forrest Von Fuchsen

A Taste Of Red Rum And Then Almost Quiet

A word searched for has many results on many a screenshot

An illusion of illness resembles results, so carefully placed as not to be caught

To do such a thing could only be done in ways that slip past them, in hiding a deed amongst the most likely

A deed that was warned and threatened so fiercely could only be accomplished ever so slightly

The method so rare yet over cliché would be overlooked like the fifth pocket on pants

A method well known by a variety of vermon and an unlikely few at distasteful power plants

Minerals of might are not the only way,

as some other things could come into play

The unlikely method of this heinous sin

Could only be accomplished with one of the few poison

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