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 |  (Hopefully) 1 Poem a week for 52 weeks |
| Alley We allus use the back door it's what we've allus done The front door is fer funerals or a visit from t' Queen or first step when yer married but that's about yer lot Fer day to day the back door is what we allus use in and out and down t' alley To t' mine, or shops or school past lines and lines of laundry and metal bins fert waste and barking dogs, or strayin' cats Some curtain's allus twitchin' and nowt is e'er unseen some nosey biddies watchin' you at any time or day There's kids kickin balls or hop scotching 'tween the chalks skipping ropes and furtive smokes At night there's couples canoodlin' and drunks sleepin' it orf else singing far too loud the smell o' someone's cooking the sounds o' arguments heated words and slamming doors The alley's never empty there's allus sign's of life Them rich folk never see 'em an alley's not fert them but we allus use the back door and t' alley |
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