I put my shoes in the cloakroom
I put my coat there too
This really should not be this strange
But then I lived with you
Space for me where I called “home”
Was really hard to find
So I kept these things out in the shed
How could I be so blind
So now I smile a little smile
It happens every day
But why should someone find such joy
In putting shoes away ?
By
Forty Two
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