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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...
Saturday 5th November 2011 5:21 pm
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