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The door is open, do not enter
should you be foolish enough to step within
remember these three things
don’t lose the keys as you cannot turn back.
Love all things
Most of all, remember your name
It will carry you through the nine gates of hell.
The first is a three-mile swim
to the island, find the key to gate two
where time slows.
You must keep the same pace as before
think not of what is within, nor touch his skin.
Gate 3 is not so tough
pay no heed to what you hear.
Gate 4 is a bit sticky
Push hard, you will fall right in.
Pick not the flowers nor smell their sweetness.
Gate 5 will tell you lies about the ones you love
Gate six, time will tick louder in here
Do not let it make you rush.
Gate 7 will turn your mind around
do not lose direction.
Gate eight, no matter how you thirst
do not drink from the well of forgetfulness.
Gate nine stands the gatekeeper
He will ask you for the eight keys.
Do not worry that he is blind, he sees you
He will hand you the ninth key
here you must speak your name.
Let not all else be lost in flame
Remember the path behind you
for you will walk its length again…
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Bravo
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Thank you…
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What a cool poem, Anita. A nightmarish tale.
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Anita thanks you, Diana., as do I… I thought it was brilliant!
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Excellent!
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Thank you…
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You’re welcome.
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