02.07.2023 Anne-Lise Andresen
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In days gone by, people said the pipe cleaner or the black wandering man with shackles and dirty brushes When he arrived at the house in Grand Street number seventeen A small boy opened the door He stood wide-eyed and measuring the big black-clad scary man who smiled with unusually white teeth in a dirty face Chains and brushes forged from steel he wore "Hi, do you remember me from last year ?" "No, the boy said but the priest has told a lot about you on Sundays at the church"
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