My office, standing fair
Without a door, is not quite "there"
It lacks a finish, you'd agree
Absent some perfect symmetry
And yet my printer you could take,
Thermo-hygrometer I'd forsake,
My blotter, where my doodles live,
My yellow folders, I would give
To have a door that I could close,
Keep out the extra curious nose,
Block my neighbor's well meant fan,
What favor seekers I could ban
Then all I'd need for perfect bliss
Some walls to hold the door up with
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4 comments:
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!
I LOVE IT!!!!!
I didn't know that you wrote. I think I'll go take a look at your other blog entries. This is great.
and don't forget one other thing...
that what we lack can often bring
priceless gifts that can't be bought,
but with a door we so desperately sought!
Ernie OD
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