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The Asylum Seeker
I don't know Harry,
This one's a rare bird and
No mistake,
Just how did he get in and
Where are his papers?
If he's an asylum-seeker, what is it he's
Fleeing?
As a rule that lot keep their heads down but this one's
Roaming the country
In broad daylight
As if he owned the place
Flouting the lock-down rules too and
Costing the tax-payer a fortune.
Tell me this ...
Monday 18th May 2020 11:07 am
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