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A Different Version of Hide and Seek

My nephew is making me play a different version of hide and seek.
This version involves a gun, if he finds me, things will become bleak.
In this version, if a player is found, he is killed.
I'm scared out of my wits, I'm sure not thrilled.

He said if I didn't play the game, he'd kill me on the spot.
He's trying to find where I'm hid but I hope he can not.
He is a twisted and totally evil child.
His parents have never disciplined him and he's running wild.

My nephew just found and shot me, I have a bullet in my chest.
My life is flashing before my eyes and soon I'll be laid to rest.
My wife and kids will be devastated when they learn that I bought the farm.
This evil little child should be killed or locked up before he can do more harm.

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Dean Kuch

Where's that little rascal at, Randy!?!
Let me have a ? shot at him!
No pun intended, heh-heh-heh...
I don't believe I'll be playing your nephew's version of Hide & Seek with anyone I know soon.
Or, anyone at all, for that matter.
I guess I'll see you on "the other side".
~Dean ?

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