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Mr Jones |
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No-one sees him
Mr Jones
Walking past
Their sleepy homes
It’s 6 a.m.
It’s cold and dark
As Mr Jones
Walks passed the park
No-one hears him
No-one sees
Mr Jones
And his bundle of keys
First key turns
Gate swings wide
Next key
Mr Jones inside
Makes himself
A ‘cuppa tea’
Then open classrooms
Key by key
No-one hears
No-one sees
Mr Jones
With all those keys.
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