There are six doors

there are 6 doors.
Next door(but
four)gentlemen are trinightly entertained by a whore
who Talks in the daytime, when who

is asleep with only several
faces and a multitude of chins:next door
but three dwells;a (ghost) who
screams Faintly always

who Is bluish;next
Door but two occupy a man
and his wife:Both very young noisily
who kiss throw silently things

Each at other(if not
quarrelling in a luxury of telescoped
languages) she smokes three
castles He looks jewish

,next door but One
a on Dirty bed Mangy from person Porous
sits years its of self fee (bly
Perpetually coughing And thickly spi)tting

But next door nobody
seems to live at present (l'on
parle de repapering;i
don't think so.maybe:somebody?)or, bedbugs
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