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There's a man whose snoring next to me. He's not my husband or my man. But he is still there, snoring next to me. Where did he come from, I wonder where. He breathes in and out, soft sounds next to me. The windows closed, he didn't come in through there. Twitches his arm and leg right next to me What a weird night, for a snoring man To appear as I wake, just right next to me. Bizarre!! Bizarre! I do say bizarre! The sleeping man still next to me Where do I go, what do I do? With the snoring man right next to me.
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Next to me
There's a man whose snoring next to me. He's not my husband or my man. But he is still there, snoring next to me. Where did he come from, I wonder where. He breathes in and out, soft sounds next to me. The windows closed, he didn't come in through there. Twitches his arm and leg right next to me What a weird night, for a snoring man To appear as I wake, just right next to me. Bizarre!! Bizarre! I do say bizarre! The sleeping man still next to me Where do I go, what do I do? With the snoring man right next to me.
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27/F/England
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
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