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Drop InThey dropped in Without warning, My hair was In a mess. Had no time To tidy up, No moment To impress. But what the Heck, I reasoned, They've come To talk to me, Not to see My furniture, Let's make a Cup of tea! Joy Weare. 16th July, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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