I was trying to open
my bed room door; lock
must be worn out already
for so many years of used
good I keep my tools handy
I tweak a little carefully
clean, apply oil; it works
wish our life is that easy
unfortunately not; a puzzle
somebody is trying to con us
from our savings, earnings
every prices is going up
except gas it's cheaper today
I'm still certain you're okay
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