jimmys grandma told me a rhyme
it was a gentle summer day
and i saw old reverend Brown
His motor- the insipid terror of a small suburban town
His graveyard, quite amazing for such a godforsaken place
made full up by the victims of his homicidal pace
so you better go to the shops to buy teabags
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he kills people in his car?
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