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Door Mat

You keep leaving 
And coming back
Like I’m your vacation spot.
Although I say I’m through
I’m through
I’m still missing you.
No friends or companions 
You’re all I got
But I’m treated
Like the dust under the key
That’s under the doormat.
05/06/08

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