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Open The Damn Door

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I have gotten older and I lost my hair.  You stopped sending me a Valentine card, and there are no more Birthday greetings, or us sharing a bottle of wine.  I stayed out till quarter to three and you locked the door, so I guess that you don’t still need me, and you won’t offer to feed me.  I just stopped by to mend a fuse, because I heard that your lights went out.  I wanted you to be able to finish knitting that sweater that you were working on.  It all went wrong that summer when we rented that cottage on the Isle of Wight, that Sunday morning when we went for a ride and I said that your mother was ruining our garden, as she claimed to be digging the weeds and I saw her digging the flowers instead.

That was the last straw, we had scrimped and…

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