Who are they?
Their car has New Jersey plates.
I see him walking the streets during the day smoking a cigar. Shouldn’t he
be working?
Their horrible over the front door sign reads, “Bite me.”
I saw them both sitting on the cemetery wall the other day kissing. Have
they no respect for the dead?
She mows the lawn and plays hopscotch.
I saw their empty car the other day parked in the cemetery. I fear what
they might be doing on that hallowed ground.
They have a daughter who never seems to attend school. Perhaps I should
call the school.
He was sitting in the cemetery reading de Sade. Blasphemy!
Who are they?
Why are they here?
And, why they won’t return my friendly waves?
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