this red door beside me
has some chips of paint missing
and an eye level sign
that says not to stand here if
the building is on fire
someone tried to kick it in the other day
but didn't try hard enough
one or two more stabs and they had it
a shoulder would have helped
now it's reinforced
but the mud from the bottom of the boot
is still there.
This door leads into my friends office in Uppingham, Rutland, England.
4 Feb 05
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hmm. t'is quite muddy in rutland.
i went there once. i can't remember why now.
for a walk perhaps.
i like to think you were smoking.
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