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The Stranger
She wakes up to find
The house is in disarray
The cabinet doors are open
The back door is ajar
A stranger was in the house
She has no idea who he could be
She supposes she could ask
When he gets home from work
But he’s not doing any harm
The house is in disarray
The cabinet doors are open
The back door is ajar
A stranger was in the house
She has no idea who he could be
She supposes she could ask
When he gets home from work
But he’s not doing any harm
Published 26th Nov 2022
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26th Nov 2022 12:37pm
Living with a stranger, that is deep.
Welcome to DUP. This was a very good poem.
Welcome to DUP. This was a very good poem.
26th Nov 2022 4:43pm
