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THE DEATH OF AL CAPONE (FICTIONAL)

He quizzed the man and his suspicions grew
Something would slip out for this he knew
Question after question he then bided his time
Hoping to put an end to this terrible crime 

The confession came as the pressure applied
No death penalty but at least thirty years inside 
What made him do it the analysts will say 
They will prod him and poke him day after day 

So what was the crime that this man committed 
Al Capone was dead and his throat was slitted 
Now the guilty man is behind these prison bars 
With the Chicago police thanking their lucky stars

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