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The Knock At The Door
I heard a gentle knock at the door, but there were so many things I needed. So that knock, I thought I would ignore,
Till everything, I wanted to do was through.
Time quickly passed by, and the night soon drew nigh,
Tired, I layed down upon my bed, a good days work done,
To myself I said, in the stillness of the night,
Once more, I heard that gentle knock at the door,
Tired and weary, I needed my rest.
Tomorrow, I'll take time for my guest,
Awakening to a new dawn, I ran and unlatched the door.
I was shocked, my guest was gone, why he left, I wasn't really ...