John Tabutt, 62, of Winter Springs, Florida, shot Nancy Dinsmore.
John was going to marry Nancy
the next day. They were lovers.
A noise in the house, &
John got up & fired at a shadow in the hall.
John thought that Nancy was still in bed next to him.
There was no intruder,
nothing dangerous in the house, except John's .38.
Nancy was dead at the scene.
A brutal and fierce wound, grew,
exactly where John was going to pin his mother's brooch.
-Found poem, Oct. 2009
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