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A long time ago
there was a murder committed,
it was the talk
of the whole town,
nobosdy knew who
the murder victim was.

The towns people
all knew eachother,
but there was one person
that lived in the mountains,
away from everybody.

Everybody figured it
must have been him
that committed this vicious crime,
they knew he was up there.

The police got their dogs
and decided to travel
to where the unknown man lived,
they put him in handcuffs
and took him to the station.

He was convicted of a murder
he didn't know anything about,
his face was splashed
all over the newspapers,
he pleaded innocent,
but nobody listened.

A couple of months had passed
and he was still imprisoned,
he had turned into an angry man,
because he was innocent
of a murder he didn't commit.

One night,
he tied all of
his bedsheets together
and hung himself,
a few years had passed
and the police did
DNA testing for so many years.

They had jailed and convicted
the wrong man,
they found out,
he was innocent.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.23/2004