My father used to
say that
back in his old
neighborhood
no one was ever
known to lock
their front door
at night.
***
We never thought twice about it. He’d say.
***
At least, until that
fateful morning,
when the whole
neighborhood
woke to find that,
as they had slept,
***
ALL
of their front doors
had run away.
.
.
t r e f o l o g y 
How sad. Must have cost a lot to replace them.
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The doors were found grazing in a neighboring field, rounded up and herded back. But thank you for your concern, Sadje.
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That’s good news then. 😀
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Lmao! Funny! <3 :D
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Thank you, Carol
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One of the Doors was found buried in the Père Lachaise Cemetery in the 20th arrondissement of Paris, France. They knew it was one of the Doors when they saw “Jim Morrison” on the tombstone.
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Brother that door could swing. Thanks, D
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Smiling…..
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Thanks, Cindy
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And were later found visiting their relatives in Dorchester. :D
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Very good, mm!
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What an adoorable tale for April 1st.
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Thank you, Pam
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:-)
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Emoji face back-atcha, CES
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I’ve heard if you keep your doors chained it makes them mean
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I presume that is why most burglars go though the window.
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Excellent twist, tref!
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Thanks, Bets.
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When your front door ran away,
Did your back door do double duty?
And if it did, why didn’t you forbid
You back door to let in that cutey?
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Well, for one, we had dutch doors in the back, and they are traditionally neutral so far as I can remember. But, good questions all. Thanks, mm
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Oh, this is wonderful, I love it!
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Thanks, CW, admittedly I was a little unsure of this one. I appreciate it.
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No, it’s great fun!
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Tref-tastic, as always!
I always thought some of the doors in our supposedly safe neighborhood were a little unhinged…
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A creaking door hangs longest, it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Thanks, F.
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[…] Why we chain our doors — t r e f o l o g y […]
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Trying to write something witty here using either “door jamb” or “Door, Stop!” but it’s not my stile.
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Very nice. Thanks, C
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Now that would be a surprise.
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T’would! ThanKs, LuAnne
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Just goes to show you that…I have no idea what it goes to show.
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I am fairly certain I know exactly what you’re not trying to say
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Quite witty metaphor.
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Thanks, B
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Brilliant, it’s always good to see a photo of you.
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Thanks T!
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Reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:
My Featured Blogger this week is George Raymond of trefology. George has the kind of absurd sense of humor I cut my proverbial teeth on, and you know how sharp proverbial teeth can be (think Monty Python). George sums up his approach to life in these lines:
“If life is a joke,
then the punchline can only be:
to get to the other-side.”
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Thank you, Mitch. Much appreciated.
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The honor’s mine, George.
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This is a-DOOR-able. Haha
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Well done, SS
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They all ran off to Homestown
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Seems logical. Thanks, Bob.
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