Running

Running and running

From what my siblings call home 

Did not notice that they were punning

Of words about their friend Jerome.

 

Hiding and hiding

From a known monster

Trying to think to deciding

On what could be the answer.

 

Open and ready

To solve a mystery

That should be deadly

But still should have a victory.

 

Done and closed

The mystery that was so scary

That now leaves minds clothed

Like a baby and shall want for the jury.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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