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Saturday, June 25, 2005


A Sherlock Holmes poem
OK. Well, sorry I haven't updated in a while. Been busy. Same. Same. Nothing new. Well...hope you like the poem!
Forgive this man and his hated addictions
But help this man to make his predictions.
A needle, a knife, a poisoned dart
So many deaths that have filled his heart.
Some people say that he is so cold
He is just waiting for feelings to take hold.
So many questions that need to be solved
An answer, a theory, his mind has evolved.
A friend by his side, Watson's his name
Both of them seems to have gained fame.
The greatest detective of all time
Figuring and solving each crime.
Addictions to drugs
Cocain is the main.
I believe they are driving him slowly insane.
But he's just a thought, look inside a book
The man that had made him, how long it must've took!
So many crimes, just waiting to be solved
Until he is real, they'll remain unsolved.

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