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POETIC JUSTICE

The knocks came loud at half past four;

The wife woke from her sleep.

"You give that noisy pest what-for,

I hate the little creep"!

 

Her husband squinted at the clock

And rubbed his tired eyes;

He'd give that yob a nasty shock,

An unforseen surprise.

 

"What's your problem, son?" he cried,

Flinging back the door,

And quickly stopped in verbal str...

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