but that
door is closed now.
locked,
bolted, chained.
i have a peep hole to see
who arrives,
who rings my bell,
who knocks late at night.
i suffer no fools gladly.
no wandering waif
with sweet words to say
have a chance in hell
to take a step inside.
traveling salesmen,
preachers and neighbors,
beware.
i keep the hounds close by.
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