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I'm outside simply staring
I can see the wood in the door
Stare into it's splintery face
Even hear voices from inside
Laughter and screams pour out
But I simply can't reach them

For I have no key
no screwdriver, no bulldozer
No large man to pound through
a small woman
while strong in my own
The other 4 doors all had keys
of some kind at least

The plastic door had a baby key
Small enough for me to crawl through
The next door took some time
For it's locks were many
But each one unlocked allowed for ease
In the opening of the last two doors

But this one is different
This door has a mind of it's own
That is stronger and fiercer than my keys
So I must settle down for a long ride
In finding the secrets of the lock.