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Harry
Harry died in his bed, sad
But nobody knew.
Someone knocked on his door
After a week or two.
When there wasn’t an answer
Someone went away,
Just thought he was deaf
Or, gone out for the day.
Then a week or two later
The mail’s in the hall
But the postman’s too busy
To give him a call,
And the milkman stopped coming
A long time ago;
When there isn’t a sign
...Monday 27th August 2018 7:53 pm
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