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Here is a small door-poem, as opposed to a small-door poem.
Door PoemSome doors are made of wood,
and some of fear.
Inside, you hear
the knocking, wonder: Should
I open up to what I cannot see?
Outside, you knock,
don't try the lock,
think: What, who, might greet me?
Copyright 2009 Hans Ostrom
1 comment:
thanks for the peek, nice...
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