The door,
Stands straight and tall,
Locks you in and out,
You just might pout,
It stares you down every time you go by,
Wishing it would die,
Often used… much abused,
Softly or slammed shut,
Held on with screws and three bolts,
To help it spin and turn,
Turn the handle and you may come in.
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