The Stranger
There came a stranger, one dark night,
With no one to talk to, no kith or kin.
He was strong and wiry,
Tall and burly,
But still a limp in every step.
'He must be a burglar', said old Tom by the bar,
He was the talk of the village for quite a while.
But who knew of the timid soul that lay beneath his hide,
With a broken leg and a broken heart.
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