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At Your Front Door
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At Your Front Door

Why did you have to go and leave me
waiting at your front door?
Rose petals falling down
as time slowly passes by.
You’re not being considerate at all
to my feelings of disgust
that slowly grow for you
as I wait for your door to open.
Maybe you’re not home,
so I must ponder and wait
patiently on your front porch.
Perhaps you’ll smell my cheap cologne
or nervous sweat and come
running to your door with
that stupid grin of yours

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