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Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco

On a cold misty night On the corner of haight She stood with a colt 45 The gun in her hand Awaiting her man A victim to take by surprise She’s the golden gate park killer She’s the scourge of ‘frisco bay Where she got herself beat up and left for dead By a man […]