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Collector by Jason Hardy
What they found was horrible
Parts scattered all around,
Without rhyme or reason
Half buried in the ground.
No one revealed any details
Out of respect for the dead,
Except one morbid rumor:
They never found the head.
Its been all over the news
They're still looking for more,
I may have to wait a week
Before I collect number four.
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