Tuesday, October 13, 2009

There is a door
in the middle of the moor
Abundant in beauty
to walk past it, would be a pity
And so I knock
waiting hopefully, in my pretty frock
Then I wait and I wait
till my curiosity slowly abates
One Mississippi, Two Mississippi
Three Mississippi, Four Mississippi
Is there anyone on the other side
For I would like to peek inside
I knock all day
I wait all day
Till twilight comes to greet me
the question dawns upon me
Do I keep knocking?
Or do I leave and knock the next door that comes across my path?

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