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The Lodger
The Lodger
We let him in
And he stayed
He had been pleading
Out there
Wanting somewhere to stay
At first we thought he was just like all the others
Some fly-by-night who would be here then gone
But no
He wanted to hang around
He was everywhere
Into everything
He made us change our daily routine
He was probably in the kitchen (and we w...
Thursday 30th April 2020 11:54 am
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