Running
Running and running
From what my siblings call home
Did not notice that they were punning
Of words about their friend Jerome.
Hiding and hiding
From a known monster
Trying to think to deciding
On what could be the answer.
Open and ready
To solve a mystery
That should be deadly
But still should have a victory.
Done and closed
The mystery that was so scary
That now leaves minds clothed
Like a baby and shall want for the jury.
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