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Locked
Doors
They stood around the locked doors
Peeking in through the glass
Like a cartoon street corner
Gathering, chattering and
Taking turns cupping their
Hands and peering into the
Dark interior, as if by wishing
And looking the doors would
Magically open, the open sesame
Gateway to The Island Inkjet
Cartridge refill store,
It’s interesting how crowds
Behave after bunching into a
Unit, the gossip, the innuendo,
The wondering, the imagining,
I suppose that’s the way of
The world, many entertained
By what a few may or may
Not be doing.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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