I walked in through that door,
Which was only halfway open.
I walked in through another one,
That was only halfway closed.
In my confusion for which one to take,
I decided to take both, one at a time.
I then realized that neither one or the other,
Mattered while I wandered in.
I walked in through doors ajar,
Half open or closed in my life.
It made no difference, as I walked through,
For which one was wrong or which was right.
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