Old women

Old women

Stand outside my door

Talking all the time

This time she came at quarter past 10

To natter and natter

I don’t think they realise how loud they can be

I hear their conversations word for word

This time she was talking about weed killer

And how the shop had non left

I quickly thought about the gravel outside my house

It’s covered in weeds

Natter and natter and natter.

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