Jon Benet Ramsey on account of her mother was a media slut.
A child's a child. She's been dead for ten years. So now what?
Perhaps put Jon Benet and her nemesis John Carr
In a window display, well preserved in formaldyhide in a bell jar?
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm still working on mine (poem) on this this one very readable liked some good off the wall stuff