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Window cleaners and their insatiable curiosity

When I was a teenager I let in the window cleaner into the house. He came round once a month doing the windows both inside and outside. He was a seedy looking thin faced man, with ever shifting eyes. I … Continue reading

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Laughing, cheering and running like mad The children are pursuing the man. And the paedophile runs. Without pausing for breath the children Are gaining on the man. And the paedophile runs. Watching him fall the children circle him, jeering Holding … Continue reading

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