I heard a tread upon the stair
And when I went and called ‘who’s there?’
I saw a man with smoking hair
Who closed his eyes and said a prayer
Then disappeared without a care
While I could only stand and stare
This sort of thing happens a lot when I’m bored and waiting
for an email that hasn’t arrived yet. Do excuse the unfortunate homophone; I’m
no poet.
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