Out The Back Door . . .

I went out the back door while she was knocking at the front door. Little did she know that now, no one was home. It would be a while before I return and it would be a while before she would leave. For you see, if you leave you may miss some one. If you stay you may not see someone either. A happen-chance, a visitor from near or far, a quiet porch and a closed tight door. Look out the window, what do you see? An empty street. An uncut yard. A broken gate. A worn out doormat. Very inviting indeed. Yeah, I went out the back door. ~Patrick

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