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He knocked at the door
Shouting ‘let me in!’
Tempting us to go out
With his whisky and gin
He hid around corners
Under tables and chairs
Trying his best
To catch us unawares
He was sitting on benches
Where others had sat
He was on garden fences
Where we’d stop for a chat
He was hanging around
Tesco trolly parks
He was all over door han...
Sunday 29th March 2020 11:31 pm
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