Stories In Verse
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Like taxis at curbside
they're waiting for hire.
Does nobody need them
to put out a fire?
A hydrant-like doorman
in red, buttoned up,
regards with suspicion
an innocent pup.
On days when it heatwaves
us kids scamper out
in swimsuits. Then hydrants
unscrew, spurt, and spout.
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Doors, doors
That's all I know
Look for the doors
Wherever you go
Just close your eyes tight
And reach out your hand
Then slip through a door
To a faraway land
Excerpt
close this panel
Doors, doors
That's all I know
Look for the doors
Wherever you go
Just close your eyes tight
And reach out your hand
Then slip through a door
To a faraway land
