Beneath the Broken Window
BENEATH THE BROKEN WINDOW
His appearance was one of perfection.
His hair lay neatly combed,
His clothes neatly pressed,
His shoes buffed to a transparent shine...
And he had the kind of smile
An angel would be proud to wear.
But....appearances can be deceiving.
No one would ever guess what lay lurking
Behind the scenes, or where he went
In the darkness of a winters' night
Or what he did when no one was looking
Or what lay buried beneath the broken window.
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