By the Front Door
We introduce new words to Henry
Every time we’re there.
He soaks up everything we say;
He’s focused and aware.
He knows the numbers of his house
And all the words as well
That describe the door and entry way –
The mailbox, knocker, bell.
But I’d never pointed out a sight
I remedied today –
Those two columns near the entrance –
Column B and Column A!
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