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Knocking on Doors

Knocking on doors, people to meet, house after house, street after street, keeping going, day after day, whatever polls or trolls might say, there's not much time for resting feet. Car park selfies, the meet and greet, sharing stickers and printed sheets, no time to waste, there’s no delay, knocking on doors. Sunshine, showers, rinse then repeat, change is never an easy feat, when the future is all in play, but we’ll turn corners, come what may, walking, talking, to win this seat, knocking on doors.

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Date: 6/14/2024 12:20:00 PM
You've written this well. Door to door is a lonely job and hard work. Some people take census. I only sold door to door once, selling girl scout cookies. I didn't enjoy it.
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Martin Challender
Date: 6/18/2024 9:40:00 AM
Thanks for reading my poem & the positive feedback. Hilda. Door to door selling can be a hard slog & certainly not for everyone. I wrote this in relation to the UK general election.

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