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A bed came through the front bedroom window on a fine sunny afternoon,
With the promise that she would follow it, if his supper was not ready soon,
Another match made in heaven and all good things comes to he who waits,
She watches him devour his supper and afterwards washes up his plate.
To say they have a few problems would be the understatement of the year,
But home is where the heart is even if it means the odd belt around the ears,
These…
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