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November 1, 2014

 

 

They never knew

what others saw,

when he was young

and against the law,

 

and stealing with

his mucky paw,

and locked up as

the final straw.

 

They never knew

what stuff he did,

whilst charging about

with a dustbin lid.

 

They ran like hell,

I swear they did;

their marbles rolling

down the grid.

 

They never knew

what he got up to.

For whilst ‘doing time’,

those ways he outgrew.

 

He learnt his lesson,

and started life anew,

and his just reward,

was finding you.

 

They never knew,

and it’s best kept that way.

The past is dead,

and a forgotten day.

 

 

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