fiction: the streets of san francisco

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on a cold misty night, on the corner of haight, she stood with a colt 45, the gun in her hand, awaiting her man, a victim to take by surprise, she's the golden gate park killer, she's the scourge of 'frisco bay, where she got herself beat up and left for dead, by a man she felt true love for, but who left her out of hand, now she's out to take revenge on every man, as she stands there with a pistol in her hand, the victim arrives, she looks in his eyes, he goes for the gun in her hand, karl malden was great, but just a bit late, and got it right between the eyes, she's the golden gate park killer, she's the scourge of 'frisco bay, where she got herself beat up and left for dead, by a man she felt true love for, but who left her out of hand, now she's out to take revenge on every man, as she stands there with a pistol in her hand