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From the Case Files of C. Auguste Dupin
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Phil Keaggy
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A tell-tale heart is softly beating Behind the walls, the floor, the ceiling Of the locked room where we're kneeling To touch the stain left by your bleeding Which formed this imprint of your head Can these clues be more intriguing When no whodunit is this misleading? We've deduced you can't be breathing So are we premature in grieving Though it's very clear that you are dead? So bringing wits and secrеt ciphers IPads, quills, pens, and typewritеrs The book world's prominent insiders Arrive to make our burden lighter And to have a look around That's when Gaiman, Moore, and King say "We have found a hidden doorway" Then going down a winding staircase In Lewis Carroll-style, our foray Shortly leads us underground To a shadowy room that is concealing Truths Sir Doyle's candlelight's revealing Not dead ends, canards or double-dealings Herrings red or dark deceivings Folklore, myths, tall tales Or fables It is the thing we've all been seeking Once diaphanous and fleeting A tell-tale heart still softly beating Wrapped in parchment we are reading Nailed to a bloody, broken table Wide-eyed, stunned, and barely breathing Each sleuth silently retreating Without the need to say, in leaving "There is enough here for believing That is, of course, a**uming we are able" So in the end, there's this The stunning final twist All in all We never saw All we are now seeing
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