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Nov 2019
I rang the door bell and stood for a while
I saw the spy hole light up and gave it a smile

The door stayed silent the lights still dim
The silence was eerie as if you weren’t in

On the wall watching was a black and white cat
Who pointed at the "welcome" on your lying doormat
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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