Doorhandle Poems - Poems about Doorhandle

...THE LAST GUY The music faded, last couple stood momentarily, Stumbled out while the smoke whisps cleared. We were reduced to last lees of coffee: A raincoat man stood uncertainly Shu......

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...HE HEARD ME ASKING MY HONEY FOR SOME LOVIN HE LAUGHED AT ME WHEN SHE SAID NO SHE SHOWED OFF FOR HIM, LIKE HE WAS AN AUDEINCE I ASKED HIM JUST LEAVE HE STOOD AND SAID NO HE TOLD ME HE WAS FIXING ......

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