Lawrence Hall
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Murder Most Cosy
A murder cannot possibly be cosy
With blood all over the vicarage floor
And while Miss Marple is politely nosy
There is still the problem of all that gore
A murder committed in an English village
Is hardly cosy to m’lord who died
Surrounded by hop fields under tillage
He still is dead (tho’ in the countryside)
A murder cannot possibly be cosy –
But is the widow finding life now rosy?
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