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Pleas do not lock the doors

I could put a board up and nail the thing shut, but that would look junky and tacky and I was hoping to do it without making any marks to the door frame.

By: thewraithlordkourn

In my heart I have four rooms

They told me to stay alive
I need four rooms.

Once I tried to have a look
But the key of my heart’s lock
Is gone and lost

I looked
For the key, in my bag
But there is no key but
A pen, and a book.

In a faraway restaurant I met him
I once met him!
For the first time I saw his face
On his eyes, to look and gaze.

He asked me what to drink
“Coffee” and the sugar is none

Gently gave me a book
It is the book he has done.
I had a look
My hand passed quickly the papers
And the words
Were all swords!!

Then I closed the book
That smooth cover
At the end of the book
Was blue as the sea
And his picture was smiling to me
I said:
“Nice design!”
“The jasmine shadow at the bottom
Gives the paper a beautiful smell
And the waves of the sea. . .”

He interrupted me and said: “Ah I see!!”
As if my note was silly and of a kid
And he moved quickly his head

He asked me: “what do you think about the topic?”
“Ah” I said. . . The topic?
“A Hundred Ways to Be Fit.”
The title I read
“. . . Yes, it is great
Many people need to be fit!!
And they find no ways!!!
To be healthy and fit”

He looked to me . . .
And as if million days
Were lost
I again said, I tried to correct the days:
“it’s great, they may become fit
After they read your book
They may be fit”

I had to reopen the book
to say something about “cook”

My eyes at the first page looked!
At its top
In a black ink he wrote:

“I dedicate this copy of my book to you”
I wondered!
In his car there are ten copies
Do they…
Hold the same words and dedication
To his manager, secretary, friends and me?
Who am I between all of those?

His voice,
Waked me up and I
Smiled to him and said:
“Thank you
For inviting me,
For the no-sugar coffee
For the, book!”

My coffee in haste
I drank
And felt the better taste
And left
My perfume smell!

Although his books was not of poetry
Although it was about how to be fit!
I read all of it!!

That night
I looked between the lines
About my name
But all the lines were the same!
No trace to me
Or even to him

One of the lines says
“It is healthy to be fit!!!”
But I am fit
Why did he me give the book!
To look
At his picture smiling!
To whom is it smiling?

Why I his book took?

In one of the pages he said:
“To stay alive, you need to be fit”

Other page
Says:
“God created four rooms in our hearts!”
I could complete to the end,
“to stay alive,
You need to be fit”

“Coffee is bad for your heart..”
He invited me to a cup of coffee,
Sure he meant a cup of juice!
It is me who asked for coffee
A no-sugar-cup of coffee!

I remembered he had coffee too
Even he knows coffee is bad
For his heart it is bad.

I met him
Even I know it is bad,
Meeting him is bad
For my heart it is bad

Since I drank coffee
Since his cigarettes’ smoke I smelled
And him I saw

Which are all bad
To my heart,
Seeing him,
As coffee to him
Is so bad!

I found the key now
I can have a look
I can check. .

The four rooms in my heart
Yes they are all there.
i appreciate it really thatnks guys

By: misspoem

Should I make a extra large dog house and let him run around the front yard?

By: Chicks With Guns™