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Rag Doll

The scent was on it, the lie uncovered,
the rag doll body lying in a pile of leaves
along the casement that had just been louvered,
underneath the dripping eaves.

On her face a smile was plastered,
painted in red on skin like doll’s china,
the evidence was sure that the dastard
surreptitiously had ended Carolina.

The curious thing that the news man left out,
was the note pinned to her with a sword,
the morally depraved, of shame bereft, lout,
wrote, “I did this, because I was bored.”