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The Old Man Next Door

Oh how I hate the old man next door He makes my skin crawl Makes my stomach turn Lurking in the shadows Peeping in windows How dare he tamper With the only comfort I know It's rather sick The way they care for him Keeping him alive Causing me to perish One day maybe things will change And fortune will smile upon me I'll wake up to find out he's died of old age And he will no longer be able to haunt me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 1/28/2012 3:48:00 AM
Bless the old man next door.I like this poem Lisa. oxox love Anne-Lise
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