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The Door of Uncertainty
The Door of Uncertainty
I stand at the door of uncertainty
I have a difficult choice to make
My sweaty palm grasps the handle
My heart and the clock beat rapidly in sync
Time is my enemy, she is relentless
The ringing doorbell is a loud gong
It echoes in my head urging me on
Rivulets of salty water run down my face
My hand and the knob are one
As they turn slowly to open the door
The door swings open
Your pizza sir, that’ll be fifteen dollars
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Oliver Mckeithan
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