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by Jessie Jul 30, 2009 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Spins round and round The dancer goes As i sit there and look Through my rear window I'm unable to move Fore my leg is broken I was taking a picture a mear, uncoloured token But back to my window I sit there and look there is a man in the garden Another reading a book As I look to the window Through their window i peer I see a lady in bed thats who lives here The lady in bed Is the gardeners wife And as I look to the kitchen I see the man, with a long, shiny knife Across the courtyard There is a window closed tight its the newly wed couple they are reaching new heights But back to the couple With the lady in bed The people look angry Harsh words are said And as i sit there, I think About the harshly new sight I feel... a bit creepy Like that would be.. the couples last fight