This Poem was Submitted By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-07-16 16:00:23 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Predator

He flopped her down still writhing on the cold wet table and, with aplomb without care for her life, took out his very sharp knife, looked at her cold black eyes then… cut off her head grinding through the muscles, bones, and sinewy tissues Then he slit her stomach from stem to stern, reached in and gutted her. She will make one fine dinner he thought as he washed off his bloody hands One fine fish fry!

Copyright © July 2005 arnie s WACHMAN

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