My Dear Friend Dr Black

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We are all gathered here,

Only one having murdered,

Our dear friend Dr Black.


Everyone is guilty now,

Until proven innocent

By the clues we uncover.


No one can escape,

Each suspect cornered

Waiting to be questioned.


Everyone in the room,

Holds their baited breath.

We know who did it.


Colonel Mustard.

In the ballroom.

With the revolver.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 28, 2018 ⏰

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