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There's a strange woman in the flat above
I fear that lockdown has affected her wits
She's started singing in the middle of the night
Mostly Whitney Houston's greatest hits
I put a note under her door complaining
She rang saying sorry for giving me a fright
We're both young bored and frustrated she said
She knew a better way to pass the night
It turns out she's a ...
Friday 12th June 2020 12:28 pm
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