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A Poem About the Lady Next Door

Pam is the lady who lives next door,

like a little grey pixie who shuffles along the floor

You whizz around on you scooter so fast it’s like a blur

Just for that moment it would be fab to be her.

When we put the rubbish outside you come rushing out

apparently to see whose about.

Once you’ve caught us there’s no escape

Destined to talk until it’s late

And even though  sometimes you get a little bit flappy

Knowing you live next door just makes us so happy


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