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Matt
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It snowed that night on the prairie
with wind chill twenty below.
The post-bound body, pistol-whipped
(taken by a passing car
for an unusually life-like scarecrow).
Records show it froze to death rather than bled.
The alleged perps laughed when admitting the deed.
They were the normal ones -- they had girlfriends.
Let's get real, the guy was a fag, right?
The corpse's mother begged, successfully negated
     the yultimate sentence.
Her son, her gentle son, would have wanted that.

.................................
David Bolduc
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Copyright © David Bolduc
March 2000

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