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Feb 2014
No need to walk in the opposite direction,
He is probably a very nice man.
I can get over his lousy hygiene,
So long as him and his children spend the weekend at my place.
Now I'm really intruding, aren't I?
I always knew my poor social skills would be the death of me,
Oh well, at least we got a free meal out of this.
Written by
Douglas Beights
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