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OUR STREET
OUR STREET
A quiet street is ours in a town we all know so well,
a dozen old houses with a small yard and a cobbled road in front.
You can leave your door unlocked all day, there are no thieves here,
for we are all friends. This was my parents’ house,
now it’s mine for the ten years since they left.
Our mill at the end of the street gives us all a job and the...
Monday 10th September 2012 6:11 pm
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