Strangers, who are they please let them have there say <br />Why, strangers who the hell are they, of course they are <br />people I meet every day. I travel by train there at my feet <br />I come out my house and I meet them in the street. <br />I go swimming I meet them in the pool sometimes they <br />make me feel such a fool. I travel by bus and do you know <br />that strangers cause such a fuss. Then when it comes to <br />football what a beautiful game. Then it's the strangers oh' <br />what a shame.You hold a party you think it's all yours, <br />then in the course of an hour, there's strangers knocking <br />on all the doors. you go to the cinema which is a monthly <br />treet and within ten minutes of sitting, your out of your seat. <br />That rare old stranger has crossed your path again <br />Don't let him get too far or he will drive you insain.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strangers-2/
