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    "The world has surely lost it's head, the news is full of crimes
    There's robberies in The Telegraph and there's murders in The Times
    And always more obituaries and even one of these
    Concerns the brutal slaughter of one old Miss Emma Keyes
    The police have got their man, they're sure, he never left the scene
    Indeed, he raised a hue and cry, a most unusual thing
    An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying
    He's young but old enough to kill and not too young for dying
    Now it seems the populace will queue to see him stand in court
    To hear him speak his wicked lies while smiling at his thoughts
    This arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty
    Though nowhere does it say exactly how or why he killed her"
    "Forget it dear, it's not the first, there's bound to be another
    The way you carry on you'll have us thinking she's your mother
    This man called Lee has had his day and soon he'll be forgotten
    So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten"

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