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Tom is a cop.
Harry is a killer.
Says he to Tom,
'Will you be home for my dinner?'
"I would if I could,"
Tom says with a sigh.
Harry just laughs.
Time to show off his devious side.
On the rooftop he waits
For just the right time.
In Tom's office a call
From an anonymous tip line.
"Thirty-one-oh-eight"
The caller says with a shout
"M.O.D. is here!
Please, let me out!"
Tom heeds the call,
But Tom doesn't worry,
For Harry is his:
His lover, his fury.
