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Weird Old Lady and Her Son

The crazy weird old lady and her son That live at the bottom of our street I wonder if this is how our neighbors would describe the pair of us Bet your bottom dollar they would if you threw in a few stray cats for good measure And answering the front door in what can only be described as filthy pajamas Feeding bread crumbs to the pigeons in her garden so overgrown with weeds even they can't be bothered to scavenge for

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 8/21/2020 9:24:00 AM

Your poetry is so very different, I am so surprised that you are not inundated with views and comments. I like the last verse most of all! Talent my friend, spread your wings. Blessings, Jenn.

Christopher Flaherty
Date: 8/21/2020 2:12:00 PM

Thank you , thank you, thank you and thank you once again Cheers Jennifer i don't know what else to say but thank you

Jan Allison

Date: 8/20/2020 2:46:00 PM

we have a weird man at the top of our road - always wears the same shell suit and Bobble hat and lives in a run down house:-( hugs jan xx

Christopher Flaherty
Date: 8/20/2020 3:11:00 PM

If you see him chomping on a cigar and shouting now then , now then to passing children Jan. Do not hesitate call inspector Yewtree immediately. If you don't want to be perceived as being weird why try not to fit the profile