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August 23, 2008
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You go up to a door and you feel nervous; You feel the doorknob. It feels cold like no one's there, so you move on to the next door. Suddenly, you aren't so nervous anymore. YOu go up to the door, and you feel the doorknob. It feels warm. You feel love, trust, and hope. You stand back and look at both doors. You realize where your supposed to be. You choose the one with love, turst, and hope. You realize you have chosen right. Then you see what's happening. That one door opens and the next door closes. You see that life's too short too waste. You make wise decisions, and you choose all the right doors.





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ali12293 said...
Sept. 5, 2008 at 12:05 am
AWESOME poem Abby!!! Good work! Can't wait to read more! This gave me a very good image in my mind
 
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