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Mar 2017
I walked through doors I thought were closed to me
I looked to God and said: how can this be?
Down He gazed and replied
I waited by the door did not you see?
All you had to do was knock
No need for any key
I would throw open these doors and set their latches free
Written by
Kaitlin Evers  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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