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The door is there, some wood and a knob. Opening that door is a difficult job. The wood has expanded, the door’s hard to pull. The knob is quite old and fights like a mule. If I tried I could probably let myself out. It’s getting back into the house that I doubt. Then there’s getting some shoes on my feet, and finding a shirt that looks somewhat neat. There is really no place for me to go. A movie’s to far, my battery is low. To hell with the shoes, shirt, and power I lack! If I’ve no place to go I should be right back. Putting on the shirt was a good bit of work, and the door flew open on the twenty first jerk. Good bye sweet kitties and boring old hut, I’ll be back ‘less I get stuck in the mud or a rut. Marvin Giles