I knocked on the door,

Not expecting an answer

Much less to be received

So when he opened up in contour,

Spoke with me without waver

I conversed to be believed

Me, nothing less, nothing more

Me, not me minus the stutter

And if not all of me, still, me

Should he shut the door,

I’d think, “it’s what I would prefer”

For I knew not of joviality

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