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I did not expect to get such a surprise, When I opened the door, not believing my eyes, It was long-lost cousin Johnny, standing right there, The wayward son of my dotty Aunt Clare. “Well hello,” he exclaimed, tipped his hat with a grin, “You’re a sight for sore eyes, well then, shall I come in?” And without missing a beat as, “yes of course?” I stutter, He steps boldly indoors, and I recall he’s a ****** “So, how’ve you been?” he asks, as I make us some tea, “Oh, you know, pretty good - let’s not talk about me… And yourself?” I inquire, ‘it’s been such a long time.” “Tis, true,” he replies, “but I’m mostly quite fine. The thing is though, I’m in a bit of a mess, It’s all been rather a source of stress And I may need somewhere to stay for a while,” He gestures around, with that old winsome smile, “I just need a place to sleep, wash and eat Till I sort myself out and get back on my feet…”
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
An unexpected visit
I did not expect to get such a surprise, When I opened the door, not believing my eyes, It was long-lost cousin Johnny, standing right there, The wayward son of my dotty Aunt Clare. “Well hello,” he exclaimed, tipped his hat with a grin, “You’re a sight for sore eyes, well then, shall I come in?” And without missing a beat as, “yes of course?” I stutter, He steps boldly indoors, and I recall he’s a ****** “So, how’ve you been?” he asks, as I make us some tea, “Oh, you know, pretty good - let’s not talk about me… And yourself?” I inquire, ‘it’s been such a long time.” “Tis, true,” he replies, “but I’m mostly quite fine. The thing is though, I’m in a bit of a mess, It’s all been rather a source of stress And I may need somewhere to stay for a while,” He gestures around, with that old winsome smile, “I just need a place to sleep, wash and eat Till I sort myself out and get back on my feet…”
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42/F/France
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
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