sylvia spencer

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Strangers - Poem by sylvia spencer

Strangers, who are they please let them have there say
Why, strangers who the hell are they, of course they are
people I meet every day. I travel by train there at my feet
I come out my house and I meet them in the street.
I go swimming I meet them in the pool sometimes they
make me feel such a fool. I travel by bus and do you know
that strangers cause such a fuss. Then when it comes to
football what a beautiful game. Then it's the strangers oh'
what a shame.You hold a party you think it's all yours,
then in the course of an hour, there's strangers knocking
on all the doors. you go to the cinema which is a monthly
treet and within ten minutes of sitting, your out of your seat.
That rare old stranger has crossed your path again
Don't let him get too far or he will drive you insain.

Comments about Strangers by sylvia spencer

  • (4/18/2006 12:51:00 PM)

    Another fascinating poem.No wonder that your readers appreciate your creative efforts.Your work is so lively and interesting. You are definately a poet worthy of the name.

    Love, Sandra
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  • (4/17/2006 4:11:00 PM)

    I am no stranger to great writing though Sylvia, well done, Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

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