There Are More Germs on the Inside (The Pink Tardis)

I saw what you did,
I know what you’ve done,
You walked in,
Now you’re back in the sun,
The door swung open,
You stepped free,
I noticed one thing,
You’re hands aren’t clean.
Please, greetings, do not send,
For I know where you hands have been.

–Richard Bryant

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