Leaning Towards Vertical
December 16, 2012
Doors.
Some swing in.
Some swing out.
Others just lie there,
Dreaming of years swung by.
Doors.
Some are hinged.
Some are unhinged.
The unhinged ones,
Are what I’m all about.
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Doors.
Some swing in.
Some swing out.
Others just lie there,
Dreaming of years swung by.
Doors.
Some are hinged.
Some are unhinged.
The unhinged ones,
Are what I’m all about.
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