The second poem of, how I called it, "Puaro's Triplet" - my first English poems I firstly wrote over an year ago and had rewritten a lot fixing some grammar errors, adding new details.
Well written! It was rather unsettling, I must say.
I suppose the robbers felt that too when the coach man entered headless, and they just let him leave with his chest.
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