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Said the Door

Said the door, "I am tired. Every day I get slammed in. What am I just a piece of wood or metal? Have I no feelings? God forbids one of you gets angry, you'll slam me so hard I fall off my hinges! Then comes the thieves, they kick me in! What a set of rascals! Most of all I hate those police squads, they come with these big ugly pile driving things that send me to smithereens. Now the only people I will give permission to knock me in are fire fighters. Them guys are always trying to help someone. Why can you all be like them, Help someone. Matters not it's a bum, someone next door who need a ride to the grocery store, whoever, whatever it is, don't think twice just do it." © A. Juman The "said" poet 11/8/2015

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