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Sep 2013
Rat tat tat...footsteps in the dark.
Trotting down the passageway.
Shakes...Walking away.
Walking back.
Letterbox rattles.
Door handle rattles.
Entire door shakes.
Dashes away.
Comes back again.
Up the alley.
Down the alley.
Hear the handle move.
The lock jams.
Was it locked.
In some flustered turmoil he came and went.
Seemed like a million times in a morning.
Finally satisfied.
He left.
Habitual morning's OCD.
Here he goes again.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This was about an old neighbour of mine who check his front door was locked about 50 times each morning before going to work!  It was very sad but annoying!
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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