Edna owns a condo unit,
With neighbors she knows so well;
She recognizes them in the dark
By the light of the candle.
Whenever she goes somewhere,
She oftentimes locks the door;
Her unit number is 143,
Full of love, faith, and vigor.
This is where the Bible study
Is held every other night;
Guests are cordially invited,
As she sets all things aright.
An unknown guy of middle age
Comes one night at 10 o'clock;
The lady owner opens the door
Because she hears the loud knock.
He assumes it's his room,
She hasn't met him before;
She calls on the condo cop,
Who is knocking on her door?
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A fascinating story, Bernard. The flow and construction of this write are superb. Enjoyed reading it.10
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