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Friday, December 02, 2016

The Knock––poem by Dorothy 

The Knock

A knock came at my door.

"Who is there?" I asked.

"I am the friend," came the answer.

"Go away," I shouted,

"I have no friend."

Next day the knock came again.

The same exchange followed.

Then the knock repeated on the third day.

This time I peered through the window
to see who was so persistent.

I saw myself, standing there,
waiting to be let in.

Dorothy Walters
December 2, 2016

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