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The wind's whistlingmy mind's twisting
I was making myself the usual cup of teawhen the doorbell strangely rang
Because I've been up here for a while
I'm starting to feel tha monotony of a tower block
I'm not so manic now
I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
& she's lifting & throwing to the wallthe post-natal harmonies of youthwhen this younger man - 25advantageously took away her pride
I staggered shaking slowly to the door
Through the frosted panel I can see you
Your intentions as a salesman truly cush
You endeavoured as a psycho just to push
& whilst lifting & throwing to the wallmy puny structure of an ageing OAP
No reason why you chose my flatbreathing deeply in a trance
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