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My flower pot is empty
I can't find the rest.
Although I look for robbers
And try my very best.
I look out every moment
I'm always in a mess
And I keep on saying
'I'll get that nasty pest.'
But I've found that robber,
He isn't like a guest.
Although he's now so nice to me
Probably he is a guest.
Jesia Writes, July 1981
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